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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Eager Baby | Edward Nashton x fem!Reader

Edward Nashton x fem!Reader

Word Count | 2,665

Summary | Edward has no idea how to please you, but he’s ever so eager to show you just how devoted he is to you.

Author’s Note | this is loosely based off of that snippet of Touch Tank that has been going bonkers on tiktok. every time I hear it, I think of a scenario like this and I had to share some more of Eddie being the softest (and weirdest) man ever!!! anyways, stream Touch Tank by quinnie!!!

Warnings | pure smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (female receiving), Edward being a little bit of a weirdo!! nothing else I can think of!!

Edward wants to stay in this position forever. You in his lap, tasting his lips. He swallows every one of your pretty sighs and can’t help but moan a little when you pull on his shaggy brown locks. Your free hand goes to rest gently on his stomach. You brace it there as you shift in his lap, trying to deepen the kiss with him. But you brush against the front of his pants ever so slightly and it makes him stop dead in his tracks with a strangled groan.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask, your brows are immediately knitted in concern. Eddie pulled away so quickly that it startled you.

“It’s nothing…it’s nothing…” Edward can’t make himself admit it to you even if he wanted to. The embarrassment was too strong. He felt so strange being at his age and never having had sex with--much less kiss--another person. Every time you cornered him or crawled into his arms, he felt like a crackling piece of coal in a furnace. You have this way of making something stir deep in his stomach. It would’ve scared him if he didn’t trust you so much.

"I can tell when something is messing with you by now." you place a hand on his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. "And if you don't talk to me, it's just gonna bother me too."

He knows that you mean it. His discomfort will eat at you until it completely ruins the evening.

"I've never done this with anyone." he mumbles under his breath. You have to lift his chin with your fingers just so he'll look at you again.

"Done what?" You ask. Edward squeezes his eyes closed, avoiding your questioning gaze.

You can’t have that. Your grip on his face firms up and his eyes shoot open as you speak slowly, "Hey. You can tell me anything."

He knows deep down that isn’t quite true. There are some secrets that he knows he will have to wait a little longer to expose. Now that he thinks about it, this secret is far tamer than any of the other ones he harbors. It’s innocent enough that you might just find it charming. You’ve always been kind to him, even when you probably shouldn’t be.

Eddie breathes deeply once more before biting the bullet and giving up this nugget of his shame, "I've never...touched anyone...like this." His chest feels lighter as soon as he says it.

"That's it?" Your beautiful brow lowers, studying his sheepish expression.

"That doesn't bother you?" He’s not sure what reaction he expected, but it was certainly not this level of indifference.

“No…” you reassure him. Eddie doesn’t quite believe it though.

He looks away with a little scoff. You capture his cheek with your palm and turn him back to face you again, “It doesn’t.” you reassure him. You chew on the inside of your cheek, contemplating how to ease up his obvious tension.

“Let’s just go slow, okay?” You stop to think again, “Like…have you ever gone down on someone?”

Eddie is painfully aware of how little he knows, “Gone down…?”

Your blink slowly, mouth opening in surprise, “Oh my god.” He can’t be serious. He can’t really be that oblivious. For him to be this innocent...it makes heat flood straight to your core.

“I’m sorry, you must think—”

“No, no, no, i-it’s fine…it’s kind of refreshing…actually?” You keep his face in your hands, hoping that the way you stroke his cheeks will convince him that this is okay; that you’re not embarrassed by him.

“That I have no idea what I’m doing?” His glasses have slid down his nose just a tad. You take them off for him, folding the arms in, and placing it on the table beside your bed. If you wanted to do anything with him, those would only get in the way.

You giggle and nuzzle your nose against his, “You're just really sweet. It's different from a lot of guys." The quick peck you place on his lips makes him reconsider being so distant with you.

He likes the idea of being different. Gathering together all of his courage, he carefully bucks his hips up. And when you feel his erection pressing against you, it takes everything in you not to let out a desperate sob. Instead you kiss him again, just to push your growing want down.

“You’re so hard already, baby.” You grind into him a little more but won’t let yourself get too ahead of yourself. There’s a good chance he’ll finish in his khakis if you weren't smart about this.

Oh, how he wants to finish so badly. But what kind of boyfriend would that make him? You may not mind it, but he wants you in every way he can possibly have you. Part of him wishes he could crawl under your skin just so he can feel more of that addicting warmth you emanate. Those are the freakish thoughts he keeps to himself. You don’t need to know just how obsessed he is with every single detail of you.

Eddie simply groans in relief at the extra bit of contact. "Show me what to do with you." he requests.

"Sure you can handle it?" you tease back. He nods impatiently, fingertips itching to pull your shirt over your head. He craves the feeling of your skin more than anything. He needs to feel the velvety flesh underneath him; needs to feel you squirming under his thick cock, large hands, and pristine tongue. He wants you to defile his body until it's just as tainted as his soul.

You laugh once more and this time you slow him down, "You're so eager, baby. But I don't think you'll last long enough to make me come like that. How about you try going down on me? Like I asked before."

The suggestion brings a smile to his pink lips. He could never be able to make a home under your skin, but perhaps tasting it would have to suffice.

You lay back, sinking into your fluffy pillows and trying to compose yourself so that Edward won't be too nervous. But he looks thrilled posed between your legs. Overjoyed, even. That alleviates some of the rigidity in your muscles. You're not quite sure what you're nervous about. This isn't your first time at this. Really, it's the indulgence he displays in how he undressed you, taking care to sprinkle kisses on every patch of peach fuzz covered flesh that he encounters. Despite his lack of experience, his willingness to please puts him in a place of authority that has your head spinning.

Still, he stares up at you with those gloomy green doe eyes, waiting for his next command. You snap back to reality, remembering that he doesn't know how to follow through on his obvious hunger.

"Why don't you start with your fingers?" you suggest shakily.

He takes the hand currently resting on your outer thigh and runs it up the length of your outer lips, one finger slightly dipping into the slit between the folds. His hand is cold and it makes a shiver tickle the curve of your back.

Eddie can’t quite gauge your expression without his glasses on. He hears the soft whine that falls past your lips and takes it as a sign to dive in further. He sinks his index and middle finger inside of you down to his knuckle. They’re calloused. Most of all they’re long, filling you deliciously and making you wriggle. He’s clumsily brushing right against the spongy upper wall of your passage and you need him to do something to keep stimulating it.

“Can you please keep moving, baby?” You ask him, trying to be as patient as possible.

Edward never had a chance at lasting. His fingers make a delicious squelching sound as he pumps them in and out of your tight hole. Your cunt clenches around his digits so expertly, drawing them in impossibly close. Even still restricted by his clothing, his cock is throbbing painfully, aching to be anywhere else. If he weren’t so focused on you, he’d want to reach his free hand down just to palm himself through the fabric of his pants. But he doesn’t want to miss a second of your blurry face as it screws up in pleasure. Somewhere on that face are your pink lips, parted and emitting controlled gasps the longer he works at you. Eddie resigns to rutting gently against the mattress and swallowing down the groans that bubble up in his throat.

You reach forward to brush his soft hair off of his forehead. “Wanna try using your tongue now?”

Eddie nearly smiles at the lewd question. But he nods and once again waits for your instruction. You take your own fingers down to your cunt and spread your lips, circling two digits around your clit.

"That part right there? That's what's going to make me cum, Eddie." You hum at the feeling of your own fingers.

That small bundle of flesh was the key? Eddie had never imagined it being so easy. Sure, he’d seen porn before. Those invasive camera angles never did a thing for him. He moves forward, wetting his lips before laying his tongue on your clit and licking experimentally.

The pleasure is fleeting, but it’s there nonetheless. You need more of his slick tongue.

You squirm a bit, “Suck on it, maybe, Eds?” He follows your command with little hesitation, eager to please. You throw your head back and from the bottom of your vision, you watch his eyes close as he massages the bud with his tongue. The intimacy of the moment wholly makes up for his lack of experience. Electricity tingles at the base of your spine and your legs involuntarily close around Eddie’s head, bringing his mouth even deeper into your core.

Just as you start to feel the fire surround you completely, the wall is instantly snuffed out. He pulls his fingers out and wraps his lips around them to lick the mess you made off of them, humming in delight at the taste of you. It’s even better that he could’ve imagined.

You look down, whining in frustration at his sudden departure, “Eddie, sweetheart, you didn’t make me cum.”

Finally, his sweet giggle fills the air as he pets your thigh lovingly. Your skin is soft, a thin layer of sweat having already formed at the immense effort it took to build up the tension in your belly.

“I know, darling, I know. But it’s so fun winding you up like that.” He retreats a little further to plant open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thigh. He’s practically beaming at the way you twitch with every move of his wet lips. Something about having you wrapped so intrinsically around him like this has him grunting as he thrusts himself a bit harder into the mattress.

He tilts his head, admiring the view, “I think I’ll do it again.” He plunges in, listening to you gasp sharply when he reattaches his lips to your still sensitive bud. Pulling you closer to him by your thighs, he feels ravenous. Something close to an animal. More so than he does when he kills; though, he is equally as calculated here as he is when he’s hovering over his victims.

In those moments, timing is everything. He doesn’t want to get caught. Not unless it’s on his own terms. But he lets you catch him by his unkempt hair. Lets you tug at the roots so he’ll make those deep sounds that send a rumble through your cunt.

With every thrust of his fingers inside you and every stroke of his tongue, he is greedy; possessive even. He intends to spend every bit of you until you have no choice but to weave your being even further into him. Until you’re just as consumed by him as he’s always been with you.

He drags you to the edge and back maybe three or four more times. To be honest, he loses count. What he's most conscious of is the cum that's soaking through his boxers now and the taste of you, heavy on his tongue. He doesn't quite remember when he came either. It could've been the sound of your wet pussy or your cries or any combination of the things stimulating him. All he knows is that one second, he was hard and ready to burst and the next there was a sticky mess inside his pants that he was too far gone to worry about it or properly feel it. It's all a blur of sensations that he'll sort out later.

Between your wobbly legs, heels digging into the shirt on his back, and your high pitched whimpers, he only feels a little guilty when you look down at him again. Your eyes are newly wet as you beg him, “Please, Eddie, please let me cum.”

You look so pretty with streaks of tears dried on your cheeks and your lips bitten raw from when you once attempted to hold in your most guttural sounds. By now, every noise tumbles freely from your throat. You're far too tired to care about him seeing you this way. Edward senses that you’re not holding anything back from him as your fingers lazily card through his hair. Perhaps he should let you find some respite from the torture.

His eyes are tender when he replies, “I’ll let you cum. Just a minute, darling." You weep at his words. He's so much gentler while sucking on your clit. Like he already knows how close you are with all that fruitless tension you've continually burned through.

You can't even manage to form the words to tell him that you're there until the wave hits you all at once, making you cry an almost feral, broken scream. Your hips shudder uncontrollably and his nose nuzzles deeper into the flesh above your cunt just so he can work you through the sequential convulsions that ravage your body of any energy you have left.

By the time he rises, he feels like an entirely different man, baptized by the seemingly infinite pool between your legs. The result of your pleasure shines on your inner thighs and his chin. He wipes it all away with his fingers, sticking them in his mouth again and sucking them clean until his fingers just begin to prune from his own spit soaking them.

He has the audacity to grin at you as he positions himself beside you. His lips curl like he hasn't just completely torn you apart and put you back together again over the course of what felt like hours. It almost makes you want to cry all over again. Instead, you move gingerly to lay between his legs, feeling so thoroughly ruined that you're convinced the only way you'll recover properly is if he physically holds you together.

Eddie hums some melody you can't quite place. Knowing him, it's probably some hymn from his childhood. He only does that when he's trying to ground himself. Though your own head feels full of cotton, you can't imagine how overwhelmed he must be.

"You did so good for me, baby." you manage to whisper the praise to him. Your throat is sore and your voice filters through it hoarsely, which only makes Eddie's grin grow.

"You did good for me." he corrects you. "I only followed your instructions." He knows that's not entirely true, but now isn't the time to take full credit for his mess. For now, he wants to hold you tighter; wants to be there to calm your exhausted body.

"I love you," he speaks softly against your hair, just loud enough so that you can barely hear him, "I'll love you forever." And this time you understand how utterly he means it as he soothingly rubs the skin of your hip where already faint bruising blooms.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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The Chief’s Daughter

Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, mentions of past alcohol abuse

Chapter 21-

The kids were quick to fill Lucas in on everything he had missed over the past 24 hours while the rest of you stood inside the cabin, not knowing what to do next.

You were cursed by Vecna... there was nothing you could do.

"This is Robin, does anyone copy?" A voice crackled through the walkie talkie.

Dustin grabbed his own walkie from his backpack before you had the chance to grab El's off the table and respond to Robin.

"Please tell me, you guys found something."

"We sure did, Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bullseye."

Wait, Vecna had been killing people in the 50s?

"Okay, that's totally bonkers." Dustin replied, seeming just as shocked. "What else do you have?"

"A lot. We're back at Nancy's house. You guys need to get here and we can explain everything."

"Copy that, we'll be there soon. Over and out."

Dustin lowered the walkie from his mouth and turned to the rest of you before motioning towards the door, but you shook your head.

"Eddie is wanted by every cop in town. We can't just go driving through Hawkins to the Wheelers house." You pointed out.

"You guys should go. See what Nancy and Robin found, I'll just hang out here in this... luxurious cabin." Eddie responded, looking up at the hole in the roof as he spoke before glancing back at you with a smile.

"You sure?" You asked hesitantly, not wanting to leave him alone after everything you guys had been through.

He nodded, "absolutely. At least this way I can continue to pace without California over there threatening to break my legs."

Billy rolled his eyes causing Eddie to grin before you picked up your father's shotgun and walked over to him.

"You know how to use this?"

"You're not serious?" Eddie deadpanned, staring at the gun in your hand like it was a bomb about to explode.

"I'm not leaving you here alone without protection. Look, it's easy. It's fully loaded, so all you need to do is flip the safety switch like this." You explained, flicking the safety off to demonstrate. "Once you see that red dot, the gun will shoot when you pull the trigger. If the safety is on, it won't fire. Understand?"

"Not really." Eddie admitted.

"Just remember to flick the safety off before using it and then just point and squeeze the trigger. That red dot means the safety is off. Red means dead, got it?"

"Red means dead." He repeated and you nodded before holding the gun out towards him. "I'd rather just run away from any monsters than try and fight."

"Just take the gun, Munson. She won't leave unless you take it, we both know how stubborn she is." Billy spoke up from across the room causing Eddie to sigh before he took the weapon from you.

"We'll be back soon." Dustin tried to reassure.

"Just find a way to stop Vecna before it gets her." Eddie replied, glancing at the others who all instantly nodded.

Billy stepped forward and rested his hand on your shoulder almost protectively, "he ain't getting her. We're killing that son of a bitch."

You smiled softly at his words, but you knew he couldn't guarantee that. Vecna had cursed you and it was just a matter of time before he killed you like Chrissy and Fred.

Steve drove everyone to the Wheelers house in his Beamer. Billy reluctantly left the Camaro behind in case Eddie needed it for an emergency and before long, you were all crammed downstairs in the Wheeler's basement while Nancy and Robin explained everything they found out at the library.

Victor Creel.

Vecna had cursed him back in the 50s and killed his wife and children, but somehow Victor had survived. That was the gist of what Nancy and Robin had discovered.

Victor had survived, but was thrown into the Pennhurst Asylum when he tried to tell people what happened. Why or how he had survived Vecna was a question that needed to be answered.

Tomorrow Nancy and Robin were going to go to Pennhurst disguised as psychology students. They were going to try and get an interview with Victor and hopefully find out how he escaped Vecna.

After the plan was made, you all crashed in Nancy's basement. The kids were sprawled out over the beanbags on the floor while Steve and Robin took the two single seater couches. Nancy had made sure there were enough spare blankets and pillows for everyone before she disappeared upstairs to her own room.

You and Billy had claimed the long couch as your bed for the night. It was a little small, but Billy grabbed one of the blankets and laid down on his side before you laid down too and he pulled your body into his, your back against his chest. He draped the blanket over your bodies and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

The kids fell asleep almost instantly, exhausted after such a long day. You kind of envied their ability to just sleep easily, wishing you could just close your eyes and instantly fall asleep. But you have been laying there with your eyes closed for a good 20 minutes now and you weren't any closer to falling asleep than when you first closed them.

Billy was the same. He had always struggled with sleeping, even back before the whole Mind Flayer thing. He was a light sleeper, years of living under Neil's roof had his body trained to wake up the slightest sound.

The muscles in Billy's arms that were wrapped around you were tense and a dead giveaway that he was still awake right now. He was too pent up and worried to sleep.

"Hey, Hargrove?" Steve called out quietly from across the room, breaking the silence.

"What?" Billy whispered back, keeping his voice low not wanting to wake you or the kids, despite the fact that you were definitely not asleep, but he didn't know that.

"Are you awake?"

"Who the fuck do you think said what?"

You could practically hear Steve roll his eyes at that, but you kept your own eyes closed still trying to fall asleep as the two of them had a quiet conversation.

"How's California?" Steve randomly asked.

"It's the middle of the fucking night and you're asking me about California?"

"It's the middle of fucking night and neither of us can sleep, so yeah, I'm asking you about California."

Billy let out a soft huff from behind you, but he didn't say anything for a few long seconds as he thought about home.

"It's beautiful. Got golden beaches that stretch for miles. The brightest, bluest water you'll ever see with seven-foot waves braking on the surface. The people there are nicer, food is better, weed is a little more expensive, but don't tell Munson I said that, otherwise the asshole will jack up his prices."

Steve chuckled softly, "it sounds like a nice place."

Billy hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything else and the silence stretched on for a few minutes before Steve continued to talk.

"I didn't know you and Eddie were friends."

"You jealous, pretty boy?"

"Just surprised. You guys never spoke or interacted much at school." Steve pointed out.

"Neither did you and Buckley. She your new girlfriend?"

Steve scoffed, "Robin and I are just friends."

"So, you still got a thing for Wheeler then."

"What? No, no, I don't. Nance and I are ancient history." Steve said defensively, raising his voice a little before lowering it back to a whisper. "I don't have a thing for her."

"Whatever you say, amigo."

"Jesus Christ. You're still annoying, you know?"

"It's part of my charm." Billy responded sarcastically causing Steve to sigh.

You felt yourself starting to drift off to sleep. Something about Billy's quiet gruff voice behind you that made you feel relaxed and safe in his arms. However, you became wide awake the second Steve mentioned your name.

"How's Y/N doing? We know Vecna feeds off peoples past trauma and... well, El's been keeping in contact with the kids, and she says that Y/N is shutting herself off."

Billy's arms tightened around you ever so slightly, almost protectively. You felt as if you shouldn't be listening in on their conversation. They thought you were asleep, you shouldn't be listening.

"I don't know what to do, man." Billy eventually said with a deep sigh. "She acts like she's fine and that nothing's wrong, but I know she's lying. Her and Hopper never had a great relationship, but they were working on it and his death has torn her apart. I-I don't know how to help her."

"Y/N is honestly the strongest girl I know. She'll get through this." Steve reassured, but you felt Billy shake his head.

"I know she's strong. Hell, she was the only one who could save my ass against the Mind Flayer, but what if I can't save her from Vecna?"

His voice sounded so raw, so vulnerable, so unlike the Billy Hargrove that rolled into Hawkins last year with his cocky grin and loud car. He had grown and changed so much since then, but you hated hearing him sound so sad, especially since you were the reason for it.

"We will. We will find a way to stop Vecna, we always do." Steve insisted.

You liked his confidence, but you knew it was fake. None of you knew how to stop Vecna. Nobody had even seen Vecna, so how were you meant to stop him if you couldn't locate him?

"What if we can't?" Billy asked, emotion thick in his voice. "I can't lose her, Harrington."

"You won't, man."

"You don't know that." Billy snapped, before he sucked in a shallow shaky breath. "I-I can't- I won't lose her."

"Nancy and Robin will talk to Victor Creel in the morning. They'll find out how he survived Vecna and then Y/N can too. In the meantime, try and get some sleep, man."

Billy sighed, "thanks, Harrington."

"Did Billy Hargrove just say thank you? Man, it really must be the end of the world." Steve joked causing Billy to snort softly in amusement.

"Would you two dinguses shut up. I'm trying to sleep." Robin mumbled from across the room.

"Shit, sorry. Night, Hargrove." Steve whispered.

"Night, Harrington."

You woke up before anyone else.

The lamp by the coffee table was still turned on, lighting up the room as you looked around. Either nobody could be bothered getting up and turning the lamp off, or nobody wanted to sleep in the dark and honestly, you understood both.

A couple of the kids were snoring softly from their beanbags. Steve and Robin still passed out across the room. Sometime during the night, Billy had shifted in his sleep and was now laying on his back with one arm still wrapped around you.

You laid there for a few minutes savouring the feeling of warm comfort in Billy's arms before you carefully untangled yourself from him and stood up from the couch.

Billy mumbled something softly in his sleep causing you to freeze, fearing you had woken him, but he just rolled over and continued to sleep.

You stepped over and around the kids in their beanbags before you reached the small desk across the room and sat down with a deep sigh.

The clock on the wall said it was just past five in the morning. Today was the day you were meant to die. It's what happened with Chrissy, then with Fred and now, your time was nearly up.

There were pieces of paper and an old mug full of pens and pencils on the desk in front of you and suddenly you got an idea.

The next few hours were spent writing goodbye letters to the people you cared about. It was easier to write your feelings and say goodbye to them through written words, rather than actually saying it out loud.

Slowly, the others began to wake up one by one and before long, Nancy came downstairs to grab Robin and the two of them left to go and try talk to Victor Creel.

You remained at the desk and continued to write while Billy and Steve sat with the kids bored out of their brains. Dustin and Lucas at least found some comic books to read helping them pass the time, but Steve, Billy and Max were so bored that they were tossing a baseball backwards and forwards, not knowing what else to do.

Once you tucked the final goodbye letter in its envelope, you stood up and walked across the room to the others. Max caught the baseball and was about to throw it to Billy but saw you and quickly put it down in her lap.

"These are for you guys, don't open them yet." You said, handing the kids their letters and giving Steve his which he took with a confused expression before you turned to Billy and held his letter out.

He stared at the envelope cautiously, but lifted his hand to take it before you gave Max three extra letters, "can you give these to El, Will and Jonathan?"

The girl nodded, taking the other letters before looking up at you. "What are these for?"

"It's, uh, it's a fail-safe. For after... if things don't work out."

Billy's bright blue eyes shot up from the envelope in his hands and locked with yours with an alarmed look.

"Whoa, wait, no. Y/N, things are going to work out-"

"No. Billy, I love you, but I don't need you to reassure me and tell me it's all gonna work out. Because people have been telling me that my entire life and it's almost never true. It's never true." You responded before taking a deep breath and shaking your head. "I mean, of course this asshole curses me. I should've seen that one coming."

Billy was still staring at you, a million different emotions washing over his face. He didn't say anything, and sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he looked down at the letter in his hands helplessly.

You glanced over at the coffee table where Dustin's walkie talkie was sitting and picked it up before turning towards the kid.

"If we go to East Hawkins, will this still reach Pennhurst?"

Dustin nodded, "of course. Yeah."

"Wait, why are we talking about East Hawkins?" Steve asked in confusion, staring at you before glancing at the kids and he quickly shook his head. "No. No. No."

"We're going." You stated, glancing down at the remaining letter in your hand.

"Yeah, that's a no. I'm not driving you anywhere, not with that Vecna creep on the loose." Steve said, but you were already walking up the stairs of the basement, Billy and Max quickly following without arguing, but Dustin and Lucas hung back with Steve.

"Baby, why do you need to go to East Hawkins?" Billy asked worriedly, clearly not liking the idea either.

"I... it's stupid. But, I want to see my dad's grave... I want to talk to him."

Billy's expression softened and he simply nodded, not putting up a fight about it and instead grabbing your hand, lacing your fingers together as you walked out the house.

"Y/N, Y/N! Seriously, I'm not joking. I'm not driving you anywhere." Steve shouted, jogging out the door behind you.

"Harrington, if you think I'm going to spend what is likely the last day of my life in Nancy fucking Wheeler's basement, then you're out of your mind."

You continued walking until you reached his Beamer and pulled on the door handle, but it was locked. Typical.

Billy was right, you should've taken the Camaro and left Steve's car with Eddie instead.

"Open the door." You instructed, turning to face Steve who was just staring at you like you were crazy.

"Uh, no."

"Either you open this door or Billy will take the keys from you and we'll leave your ass here. Up to you."

Taking that as his cue, Billy took a step forward with his arms folded across his chest and Steve looked between the two of you with an unamused expression.

"You aren't changing her mind, we both know it. Just open the damn door, Harrington." Billy ordered.

Steve just stared at you before he shook his head with a scoff and fished the keys out his pocket. "Henderson, that super walkie of yours better reach Pennhurst."

The car ride to the cemetery was long, awkward and silent. But, eventually Steve pulled up by the gate and you quickly climbed out the car, grabbing your fathers letter before closing the door behind you.

"Y/N?" Billy called out, getting out the car too.

You sighed and turned back towards him, "Billy, please, just wait in the car."

He shook his head and jogged the remaining distance towards you before he stopped and stared at you worriedly.

"I told you, I'm fine." You insisted, but it was clear that he didn't buy it. "I mean, as fine as someone who's hurtling towards a gruesome death can be."

"Baby, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, I know that." You replied with a smile that you knew didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Okay, then why do you keep pushing me away? Ever since... ever since Starcourt, you've been pushing me away and now this..." He trailed off, pulling out the letter from his jacket pocket. "I don't need a letter. I don't want a fucking letter. Just talk to me. I'm right here."

You stared at him for a moment trying to figure out what to say to that. There was so much you wanted to say to him, so much that you needed to say, but you had no idea how to. That's why you wrote the letters, talking about it was too hard.

"Just wait in the car, this won't be long." You eventually said, ignoring the hurt look that washed over him before you turned and began to walk through the cemetery.

It wasn't hard to find your father's grave. You ran your fingers over the top of the headstone, brushing off the stray leaves and dirt that had gathered on top before you sat down in front of it.

'IN LOVING MEMORY OF CHIEF JAMES "JIM" HOPPER U.S. ARMY - VIETNAM HAWKINS POLICE DEPARTMENT END OF WATCH JULY 4 1985'

You stared at his gravestone reading the words that you had read a thousand times before. But it never made it any easier. You opened the letter in your hands, ignoring the way it began to tremble before you started to read.

"Dear Hopper, I don't know if you can even hear this. Two years ago, I would have said, 'that's ridiculous, impossible.' But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so... I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything. So, uh, it looks like I'm going to die today, so I wanted to tell you something while I still can."

You paused for a second, taking in a deep breath before continuing.

"I hate you for the childhood I had. I hate you for your impatience. Your anger issues. Your alcohol addiction. I hate you for abandoning me. For leaving me behind after Sara died and adopting a new daughter when you couldn't even be there for me. I hate you for being yelled at. For all the kitchen cabinet doors you slammed. I hate you for not wanting me. For being ashamed of me. I hate you for all the anger I feel deep inside..."

You chewed your bottom lip, eyes welling up with tears.

"I have spent years being angry at you. Hating you. But, you know what I hate the most? I hate you for dying before I had the chance to say that I forgive you. Of course, I forgive you. I forgive you, Dad. For all of it. Everything... I hoped one day we could start over. You, me, El. I hoped that we could be like a real family. Like a real father and daughter, but I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But, I thought that maybe... maybe we could try again."

Silent tears were now falling down your face. You took in a sharp shaky breath and wiped them away with your free hand, but they were instantly replaced with fresh ones. You looked back down at the letter, your tears dripping onto the paper, smudging the ink.

"But-but, that's not what happened... for a while I tried to be happy. Normal. Joyce moved her boys and El to California, so Billy and I followed... I tried. I really tried to be normal, but I think maybe a part of me died in Starcourt too. And I haven't told anyone this. I-I just can't. But, I had to tell you before it's too late. If you can even hear this... I really hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Dad. Love, your shitty eldest daughter, Y/N."

Your eyes blurred with tears as you folded the letter back up and tucked it inside the envelope.

The sky above you suddenly turned dark. The bright blue sky and shining sun, completely gone.

You glanced around in confusion, taking in the dark stormy clouds and thick fog that was settling over the cemetery before the all too familiar chimes of a clock filled the air.

Oh, this was not good.

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Chapter One (Part 2)

“Look at this picture.” I’d said to Claire one day in January as we hung out in my room trying to study. She’d turned my laptop around to examine the screen. “Yeah, it’s Jude and his friends at some restaurant.” She then sighed. “I can’t believe you’re still checking his profile.”

“Yeah but look at his right hand.”

“Okay. He’s just resting it on the seat.”

“Against that girl’s thigh.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, he’s probably just accidentally touching her. That’s barely even noticeable.”

“They’re together.” I’d concluded. “I just have a feeling.”

“There’s no way you can know that just by looking at his hand.”

“I’m sure I’m right.”

And I was. That’s how I found out about his new girlfriend. Her name is Astrid and she’s from Denmark. She has very light, white blonde hair and is always wearing something black with a flattering cut, putting together trendy outfits with items that you can’t get in the shops in Ireland. I know all about her. They go to college together, she studies ceramics and she’s twenty, a whole year older than he is, and two years older than me, which makes her seem tenfold more threatening. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly masochistic I’ll scroll through her social media and take note of all the things about her that make me feel bad. Her skin, her eyelashes, her lips, her hair, her boobs, her nails, the fact that her boyfriend has his arms around her in her profile picture when those arms could have been around me instead.

‘She’s not that pretty.” Claire reassures me once we get to Starbucks, because once again, like a broken record, I’m talking about Astrid. We’d only settled into our seats with our coffees when I’d come across yet another photo of her, sitting on a carousel shot in monochromatic 35mm film. Very arty.

“I think she is.” I say mournfully.

“She’s not. She just has nice hair.”

“Unlike some of us.” I reach up to touch the nape of my neck where my hair now abruptly stops. I had to have six inches chopped off on account of my split ends and heat damage, and I’ve never gotten used to how plain the cut makes me look and feel. My mam insists that it makes me look French, but I know it actually makes me look five.

“Come on Evie, what does it matter? She’s a random Danish girl and I bet she’s really pretentious and boring.”

“She can’t be boring. Not if he likes her.”

“Maybe he likes her because she drops her knickers for him.”

I frown, disturbed by the thought of that. I look at my iPhone 4 and scroll to the next photo of her. “Look at her here, you can see her better. She is actually just objectively pretty.”

“I don’t need to see her, you’ve already forced me to look at her enough times.”

“Do you think I should wear more black? Like do you think this is the look for me?”

Claire confiscates my phone. “Stop looking at her. It’s bad for your brain. You’re fine the way you are, now can we please stop talking about Astrid the boring Dane and talk about the exam instead?”

“The exam!” I cry, putting my forehead onto the table. “I’m doomed.”

“If you’re doomed, imagine how I feel! That whole paper was bonkers.”

“English Paper Two will be worse.”

“And let’s not even think about the rest of them.”

“I wish I could be put down.”

She puts her hand on the back of my head and smooths down my hair. “No, look, we’ll be fine. You were right, we can’t fail.”

“And if we do?”

“Well, you already sorted with your NCAD pre-offer, and as for me, whatever. My dad will sort something out.” By that she means he will enrol her in a private university where nobody cares about how much you got in the Leaving Cert, only how much money is in your dad’s wallet.

“We still need to pass.” I moan. “For like, the principle of it. Imagine how humiliating it would be to open up that envelope in August and see a complete shambles.”

“Yeah, and Christ, imagine what Kelly would say. I’d never get over that.” I glance up to see her smirking, and then I smile too, and before we know it we’re in peals of laughter over our coffee. Claire does an impression of Kelly’s smug face, perfectly emulating the way that she flicks her hair and pushes her chin out, and then I join in too, doing my best Kelly voice, imagining her in all kinds of insane scenarios where she’d be trying her best to make us feel bad, but failing hilariously. After a few minutes we’re in pieces, shoulders shaking, tears rolling down our cheeks, not even caring that people are looking at us.

“God.” She says between gasps of laughter “I love you, Evie.”

“Same.” I say. “I dunno what I’d do without you.”

We survive the rest of the Leaving Cert, and after I hand in my final paper I don’t think about any of the exams again. I can’t face the uncertainty of it hanging over me, even though I know I probably did alright, but I’m not going to make my parents proud with my results.

I work in a café for the summer, spending my days serving coffee, even learning how to create hearts and flowers with the foam. The women I work with swear that I can do it so well because I’m an artist, but I’m not convinced that’s true. I think it’s more to do with focus. I find that when I’m working, when I’m really truly immersed in something that’s physical, like loading up the dishwasher or wiping down the fridges, I don’t really have time to get lost in my thoughts, and it suits me. I don’t have to spend the long summer days mourning last year, wishing I could be in the water every day again, picturing the feeling of the warm sand under my feet and the possibilities of what was ahead of me. Now my days are just routine, endless polishing of cutlery, mopping floors and tossing frozen scones into the oven again and again until my back aches, my feet hurt and I’m too exhausted to worry about anything else.

On slower days I get carried away and imagine all sorts of fantastical things, like what I would do if one day I looked up and Jude was in the queue, ordering a coffee from me. I wonder what kind he would get. An espresso? Americano? Does he even drink coffee? There’s so many things I don’t know about him. When I start wishing he would talk to me, I know it’s time that I find something to keep me busy.

I’m blandly content here, working, serving, waiting for August to come. Waiting to get my college offers so that I can leave Tullamore and move to Dublin and start all over again as a new and improved version of myself who isn’t obsessed with a boy who doesn’t like her.

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It Means Nothing

So I don’t EVER write fan fiction because I’m not good at writing other people’s characters and them being OOC drives me bonkers but I couldn’t get this out of my head.

KyojuroxReader SFW; slight angst? Y/N is also a Hashira

She breathed a sigh of relief seeing the Rengoku manor within walking distance, “Finally home Kyojuro, how is your shoulder?”

“It is a little sore but it will be all right. I’ve had worse.” He grinned. “If you hadn’t chopped his arm off at that last second I wouldn’t have had such a clean shot to cut off his head.”

“That’s enough praises out of you. I’ll help you rebandage it after we get cleaned up.” She pushed the doors to the estate open and let him go through first.

“Brother! Y/N!” Senjuro ran from an open room and jumped off the porch, running over to them he hugged Kyojuro who laughed and hugged him back. “You’re home! Thank goodness! Are you okay?”

“We’re back safe Senjuro!” Kyojuro assured him with a grin.

“I’m so glad! I missed you both!” He let go of Kyojuro and hugged Y/N, she hugged him back, “I missed you too.” She kissed his forehead and Kyojuro beamed, his heart filling with joy seeing how happy Senjuro was in her arms. Y/N softly stroked the young boy’s fire tipped hair, “You must have been lonely.”

“I...it’s been all right, I’m just glad you’re home, are you both okay? Are you hurt?”

Kyojuro’s stomach twisted seeing his little brother’s hesitation, and the reminder that he was in this big house practically all alone all the time. “I’m sorry Senjuro. And only a little scratch, nothing to worry about!”

“Oh! No, it’s okay brother, you’re fulfilling your duties as a Hashira, it’s important!” He moved back from Y/N’s hug and gazed up at his brother.

Kyojuro touched Senjuro’s cheek softly, “We’re done with our duties for a while, so we get to be home for a couple of days.”

“I’m glad, are you sure the wound isn’t bad? You’ll be okay?” Senjuro’s eyebrows creased.

“I promise.” Kyojuro beamed at him. “I smell something delicious, what are you cooking Senjuro?”

He smiled softly, “Sweet potatoes and salt grilled bream.”

“Wahoo! You are an amazing little brother!” Kyojuro walked towards the house, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to report to father. Go ahead and start without me!”

“Kyojuro wait,” she called after the Flame Hashira, remembering something that had been eating at her thoughts for some time now. Kyojuro turned to her, “Hm?”

“I want to meet with Shinjurou, after you’re done checking in that is.”

Kyojuro’s smile fell, she had never met with Shinjuoru, or even seen him. Despite spending most of her free time at the Rengoku Mansion when they weren’t on duty. Even when she had dinner with them Senjurou took his father’s food to his room for him, he didn’t join them. She of course knew the stories about him as the previous Flame Hashira, and Kyojuro after some time had been willing to tell her about his childhood, so she knew about his mother, she’d never seen the ex-Hashira. Even though she was a Hashira herself, and she and Kyojuro had been together for almost a year.

“Why?”

She gave him a sly grin, “To ask for your hand in marriage of course.”

Kyojuro’s face flushed, “W-WHAT!? But you’re not supposed to--”

She laughed as Senjuro stared up at her wide-eyed, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Y/N ruffled Senjuro’s soft hair with both hands, “Besides, I’d ask Senjuro’s permission before anyone else’s.” She paused, “I’ve never properly introduced myself to him even once, I want to meet him face to face. He’s your dad and a former Hashira, it’s rude for me to come over and not greet him.”

“Those kinds of things don’t matter to him Y/N, there’s no need to greet him.”

“Brother’s right, and Dad’s been in a really bad mood lately…”

“I’m a Hashira, I’m not afraid of the bad temper of a fellow Hashira.” She met Kyojuro’s eyes, determined. “Please let me talk to him, Kyojuro.”

He nodded, “All right, come on then. We’ll be right back Senjuro!”

“Okay.” He answered timidly, “I’ll set the table.” She let him go and follow Kyojuro.

“What’s the real reason?” Kyojuro asked once they were both no longer in earshot. Y/N looked up at him with raised eyebrows but he was looking at her with a concerned expression.

“I’ll tell you afterwards, I can tell you’re wanting to talk me out of it, and I need to do this.” She paused and cupped his chin between her fingers, “No matter what happens, or what you hear, don’t come into the room. I don’t mind if you listen in, but I don’t want you in there. I don’t want him lashing out at you, I want his focus on me.”

“But it’s okay for him to lash out at you? Y/N-”

“I’ve endured worse than anything your father could ever do to me.” She pushed her fingers against his lips, “Kyojuro you can’t keep waiting for him to pick himself up, you’re an adult now, and he’s still lying in bed. He can’t break out of this alone. Besides, he’s not an evil monster, he’s just a man in pain.”

“You’re right.” He sighed, kissing her fingers he pulled them to the side and softly kissed her, she kissed him back.

“No matter what he says or what you hear, stay out. Just listen.”

“All right.” He rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

She kissed the inside of his palm and walked with him to Shinjurou’s room, she kneeled down outside the door and listened as Kyojuro gave his report and dismissed him. He looked back at her and she motioned for him to come out. Kyojuro bowed to his father’s back then stood and walked out. She walked into the room and slid the door shut behind her, keeping it open only a small crack. She walked over to the bed and kneeled down. She knew Kyojuro was kneeling right next to the door, and she just hoped he really would stay put. She took a deep breath, feeling the extra flow of her total concentration breathing constant and looked back at Shinjurou, staring out at the garden with an open book beside him and a jug of sake as well. The smell of the alcohol coated the room.

“Get out. I didn’t ask to speak to you.”

“No.” She answered calmly, “ Why did you tell Kyojuro that being the Flame Hashira means nothing?”

“Don’t back talk to me girl! What I tell my sons is none of your business!”

“It is my business when what you’re saying affects someone I love. Did you tell him that because being a Hashira didn’t provide you with a way to actually save her?”

Shinjurou grabbed his jug and hurled it at her. She let it hit her, “GET OUT OF HERE! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT!?”

She didn’t move, the jug shattered and covered her in sake, she kept her fists on her thighs, even though the jug hit her forehead it somehow missed striking her eyes. Eyes that she bore into Shinjurou with determination, his eyes widened as he realized she wasn’t dodging and had just taken it to the face. Blood cracked down her face, “I know that she had great pride in you as a Hashira and a Dad, because why else would Kyojuro work so hard to obtain it.” He reached for her and she grabbed his arm, not flinching, “I know how much it hurts to be so utterly helpless as the person you cherish fades away, and not being able to do anything. You feel like your entire body is being destroyed from the inside and it hurts so much to feel you’d do anything to be numb. To feel the poison in your chest every time you have to look at a true monster who’s still alive when you lost someone who was pure love and kindness and did nothing but good in their life.” She flattened her hand so it was resting against his, and placed her other hand on his wrist, his body shaking as he glared at her, “I know that she left you two amazing, beautiful sons that emanate her because everything Kyojuro does he does because of her. They’re not just your sons, they were hers too, they have her in them, and I can’t just sit by and keep watching you punish them for that by removing yourself from their lives and being so hostile towards them. How can you love her and yet be so cruel to the two people she blessed you with? The only two things in this whole world that are left of her? Your sons only have love for you, in spite of everything and you are the only person who can show them the full magnificence of their mother, she deserves to be allowed to still exist here, and I wish you would bring her back into their lives. I know you’re afraid of losing them, I can’t imagine how terrifying it must be for you every time Kyojuro leaves on an assignment. But you can’t protect him lying in here reading. You can’t be a bystander in his life and still hope to protect him.”

Shinjurou glared at her, frozen, but his eyes getting moist. She put her hands down and gently pulled herself from his grasp, “Excuse me.” She whispered, bowing before getting up and walking out of the room, not looking at him so she doesn’t see that he’s still frozen in place. She slid the door shut and looked down at Kyojuro who was staring into the room, tears in his eyes, he looked up at her, being brought back to the present as she moved the door. She kneeled down and gently cupped his face in her hands, wiping his tears away she gave him a gentle reassuring smile, now noticing that her body was shaking with the confrontation being over. She was feeling so many things she couldn’t quite figure out which feeling was making her tremble. She could tell Kyojuro was trying to figure out what to address first, her shaking, bleeding or that she was drenched.

“I’m fine, Tanjiro’s not the only one with a hard head, but some fresh clothes would be appreciated.” Kyojuro hugged her and led her to his room where he gave her one of Mitsuri’s old training outfits. She changed and then cleaned up her face, Kyojuro insisting on helping her bandage the cut running diagonally across the center of her forehead.

“Y/N you should have stopped it--I should have stepped in--”

“I needed to get my point across, and he needed to know I wasn’t trying to fight him.” She smiled, “I just hope he at least considers what I said. Your Dad is still alive, by some miracle given all the sake he drinks, and I just...I know you want your Dad back, and I want to do everything I can to bring him back to you. He might not listen to me still, but it was worth a shot.” She ran to the door, “Senjuro Kyojuro said he didn’t want his sweet potatoes and I can have them!” She grinned and ran out of the room.

“Hey wait a minute I did not! Senjuro don’t listen to her!” Kyojuro raced out of the room after her. He managed to get to the dining room just seconds after she did and tackled her, pinning her down, “Those are mine!” She hit him in the stomach with her knees knocking him off as Senjuro came into the room with a fourth plate. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take--” Senjuro froze as he looked at the door, Shinjurou stood there, he looked at Y/N and Kyojuro. The pair immediately sat up properly.

“D-Dad?” Senjuro stuttered.

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Day 5: I've Got Red In My Ledger

Whumptober Day 5: Betrayal/Misunderstanding/Broken Nose

So, I ended up using all three options, and 'm honestly not sure if this counts as Warriors Whump, Four Whump or both.

I will excuse Legend's presence as being because I just wrote a Four and Legend one-shot and was still in Split Heroes mode.

Hope you read, enjoy, and don't hate me for what I've done, because I don't regret it :)

Warriors keeps staring at them.

The captain’s piercing royal blue eyes have been boring a hole into their back for ages and the ridiculous part of them worries that if they don’t keep moving that stare will bore a hole right through them. Thanks Red.

What? It’s a valid concern!

Red, when has having someone stare a hole through you ever been a valid concern?

Wild’s guardians.

Alright, but Wars isn’t a guardian, he’s-

He helped to build them. Red murmurs softly. Plus, he’s the Captain, I wouldn’t put it past him to be able to do something crazy after spending so much time jumping across worlds and learning stuff from the people there.

Red, we all jump through portals and learn things from across time. I think we’ll be okay.

“Four?” Legend’s voice is the one that breaks through to him as the vet stops in front of him, two bowls in hand and one offered to them as the vet cocks a brow. “Y’all okay?”

They smile at the vet, despite the itch of someone’s eyes fixed on them, and take the offered food. “I’m good, just thinking is all.”

“About what?” Legend presses, sitting next to them with curious cock of his brows as he begins to eat, violet eyes staring them down, piercing, but not as pointedly so as Warriors’ gaze. Legend’s eyes are gentle for once, and the vet seems to relax slightly as he eats, seated at their side and calmer than he’s been in days.

Four wishes they could feel the same.

They don’t regret sharing their secret with the vet (even if it wasn’t on purpose) and it’s nice to have someone to feel safe with, but no matter how warmly Legend might smile at them, a secretive wink or knowing smirk being shot their way, they’re still on edge.

“Nothing much, just...thoughts, you know?”

“No.” Legend deadpans.

They chuckle nervously. “Thinking about our different worlds and how we learn so much by hopping across them, you know? Like, Wild learning the recipes from your time or Wind getting to learn to ride horseback in Twilight’s world.” Th vet nods wordlessly, sucking on his spoon as they turn their attention to the meal Wild has so lovingly prepared.

Warriors still hasn’t looked away.

He’s been doing this for days, and usually, Four wouldn’t be worried, but it hadn’t started until after Shadow had helped them trip up an enemy in battle, and though the action probably saved the captain’s life, Wars hasn’t stopped watching them and it’s beginning to remind them of that time that Ezlo and them had been cornered by a cat in Pita’s Bakery. They still have the scar from that incident, and it’s something they guard the secret behind fiercely, if only out of shame of their own weakness and foolishness in that particular situation. Ezlo had warned them not to try darting away, to stay hidden in the sacks until the cat had been gone, but they’d rushed forwards and barely survived being made mincemeat.

Ezlo had needed stitches.

They had needed a minish healer and a bath in red potion. And even if they cover the worst of the scars beneath their tunic, the ragged tip of their left ear is a reminder. It’s why they chose to wear their earring, to remember to listen when the minish or the little voice in their head -or voices now- tell them to be careful. That voice, all four of them, is screaming at them to shield themselves.

And really, they should have listened.

Legend is on his feet in a moment, sword out to catch the second blow that falls their way as their ambusher grunts out an irritated oink.

“Ambush!” Wind shouts as the others pull themselves to their feet and grab hold of their weapons. They’d left their sword beside their seat, and from their place lying on the ground they can’t reach, but Shadow, Hylia bless him, sneakily pushes it close enough that they can wrap their fingers around the hilt and jump in to join the battle with their brothers.

It’s not a large group of monsters, and it doesn’t take much work between nine heroes and a sneaky shadow to fell them all, and they’re just turning to offer Wind a high five as the kid kicks the final lizalfoes off his sword when the cold of a blade presses against their throat.

“Warriors, what the bloody heck!” Legend shouts, jumping back up from where he’d been knelt to help Sky begin relighting their ruined campfire.

“Drop your sword.” The captain’s voice grates out behind them, cold and commanding in a way that sends shivers down their spine.

What’s going on?

The captain’s gone bonkers is what! Green, what’s the plan?

There’s only silence from their leader as the other deviants wait impatiently for an answer.

Green, we need a plan, War is-

Their sword clatters to the earth as the other colors begin to swear and panic, but Green has forced their hand, literally, and the stare they send their weapon is both resigned and horrified, one eye flickering various colors as the other remains solidly green.

Across camp, Legend’s own eyes are bugging out of his head, panic clear in his gaze as the vet’s hand closes on his sword hilt.

“Stay your hand, Legend.” Warriors rumbles, firm but not cruel. “No need for weapons-”

“Says the one holding a sword to Four’s throat!”

The captain doesn’t even shift, and their mind spins as they try and decipher what it is that the other man is doing or thinking, Red and Blue still screaming inside their mind as Vio murmurs various schemes about what they can do while Green sits in stony silence.

What were you thinking!

Green! We- what if- Red is nearly sobbing. Green, please! What are you doing?

Calm down. Of Green had his own body he’d be shooting them a rueful but reassuring look, and they can all feel it. This is a mistake or misunderstanding. If we listen and don’t make it worse, it can be cleared up faster.

Brilliant, might want to fill the vet and Old Man in on your plan though, and maybe Sky too, guys about to blow up.

They shoot a wary glance towards the Chosen Hero, careful not to move their head lest they press against the blade at their throat. Sky’s eyes are wide, but he’s still as a board and already falling into his ‘king stance’ as Legend calls it, shoulders back and jaw set with a grace and power behind his gaze that makes them shiver even more than the cool steel at their neck.

Or wait, that metal isn’t all cold, there's a bit of warm sticky stuff brushing their jaw and they nearly shiver again as they realize that Wars hadn’t even cleaned the monster blood off of his blade before trapping them.

“The smithy’s been lying to us.” Warriors grates out, cold and harsh and angry as the blade presses closer to their throat. They have to inch back a bit to avoid being cut, only to find themselves stumbling against the captain’s chest. “He may be a hero chosen by the goddesses, but he’s chosen his own path.”

“What do you mean?” Time’s voice is emotionless, stance unreadable and face carefully blank and it’s unsettling in the extreme, making the other young heroes draw back with wary looks as they glance from one to another of the adults, only Legend standing firm and furious as he glares across at the captain.

“Four’s working with the shadow.” The captain spits out, blade again pressing close to their neck. “I’ve been watching him, he’s either learned it's powers or the beast is here itself, but I know what I saw, he’s got a shadow helping him.”

The vet twitches. “Duh. Have you never read the Legend of the Four Sword?”

There are a few confused sounds from the others, but Four can’t bother to figure out what the others are all saying and doing as the steel presses sharp against his throat, leaving him pressed against Warriors’ armor-clad chest with no way to escape as something warm bubbles against the blade and crimson leaks down from the line the blade presses against him.

“Let him go!” Legend shrieks, hands already on his own blade as he darts across the camp, but Warriors, only draws Four closer, voice unbearable gentle and pained as he addresses Legend. “Vet, you’re not yourself. He’s messed with your mind, can’t you see? It’s why you two have been so close all of a sudden, he’s put a dark spell n you, don’t give into it.”

“I’ll do what I bloody well want!” Legend screams in return, chest heaving as the tempered sword comes unsheathed, tip inches from Warriors’ face as Legend’s body begins to tremble. “Let him go, Captain.” The title is spat out like a curse, and Four can nearly feel Warriors’ shoulders sag as the man winces, but Legend doesn’t lower his blade even as Wars gently urges him to calm.

The others have started moving closer too, doubt on a few faces that makes their heart sink in their chest. Sky’s gaze is firm though as the Chosen Hero settles a hand on Legend’s shoulder. “Let him go, wars. If there’s a problem that needs addressing, we’ll address it like civil adults.” The words make hope flutter in their chest, but Warriors is only pressing closer, his blade digging in and making them whimper as blood dribbles into the collar of their tunic.

“Not a chance, Sky, he’ll get away, shadows are sneaky like that! They-” The captain is cut off suddenly, breath catching as the man wheezes behind them, his hand on the sword at their throat loosening its grip and giving them room enough to breathe again.

Legend takes the opening, whatever it is that caused it, to dart forwards, dropping his own sword and pulling at the captain’s sword arm hard enough that Sky can scoop them up into his strong arms and duck away, holding them close to his chest and giving them a full view of the shadowy hands that have wrapped around Warriors’ throat.

“I’d watch who you messed with if I were you, Captain.” Shadow hisses in the man’s ear before releasing him, zipping over to where they lay in Sky’s arms, startling both the Skyloftain and the vet, who’s already reaching for his weapon again as the shade stops to float over them. “Four, oh gosh Rainbow, are you okay?”

Good old Shadow.

Vi, we almost died, now’s not the time.

“All good.” They wheeze with a shaky smile, eyes darting up to Sky’s wary ones and then down to Legend’s steely indigo ones. Neither hero has made a move though, and for that Four is grateful.

A few paces away, Warriors is rubbing at his throat and staring in shock and horror at the shade that hovers over the trio of heroes who crossed him. They wince, this is not going to be easy.

“You’re bleeding.” Shadow hisses, nearly growls as his fangs glint in the glow of faded embers. “He- Oh Lolia no, this ain’t going down like this, not on my watch!”

Well Shadow’s managed to accidentally calm Legend at least, as the vet loosens slightly at the name of the Lolian Goddesses name, even if Sky still hold them tight like he thinks he’s going to have to run.

The shade looks up, away from them for a moment and salutes Sky with a knowing nod, all cockiness gone as from his demeanor as he addresses the Chosen Hero. “Thanks for sticking up for my idiot, feathers, watch him for a second while I handle this freak, yeah?” And Sky doesn’t even have time to speak or agree or even blink before Shadow has whizzed across the cam and sent one clawed fist slamming into Warriors’ face, a sickening crunch breaking the silence as Warriors stumbles, hand reaching for his face as Shadow wrings out his hand. “Thats for hurting my friend, you asshole!”

“Shadow.” Red’s wrested control as they flop against Sky’s chest. “That is not helping! You hurt Warriors!”

“He hurt you first!” The protective shade shouts back, crossing his arms and giving Wars his scary eyes before darting back to hover at Sky’s shoulder, much to the poor man’s surprise. “Racist jerk, what am I evil just because I’m a shadow? Never heard of shadow puppets as a kid? Or shadow dancing? Hey, guess what, you don’t need to think every freaking dark thing that moves is evil!”

Sky frowns, eyes straining as he stares at the being leaning on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Four’s shadow, resident dragon master, smithy wrangler and protector of one stupid hero who thinks surrendering and keeping the peace is more important than keeping their hide in one piece.” Shadow pokes their shoulder pointedly at that, making them wince as Blue grumbles something about sharp claws.

“So, you are real.” Legend cocks his head, chest still heaving and cheeks still flushed as the vet visibly tries to force himself back under control. “Huh.”

Shadow turns, hovering mid-air and giving Legend a once over. The shade offers a strained grin, forced and brittle as he tries to distract them. “Rabbit huh? Nice. Rainbow’s always liked rodents. You the younger or older brother here?”

And even though all eyes are fixed on them, Warriors glaring and the others staring in disbelief, Four find themselves bursting into laughter because, of all things, of course Legend would apparently also have a shadow form, and the fact that it’s a rabbit is only making it worse. To their surprise, Sky’s laughter joins their own, and across camp, Twilight huffs a strained chuckle as Legend glares up at the floating shade.

“I told you!” Warriors wheezes, blood spilling down his face as he pulls himself up. “It's a shadow! Four’s working with Dark Link!”

Shadow hisses. “That nutcase? Are you kidding? I’d rather die again, thank you!”

And really, now is as good a time as any for them to explain. “He’s just a normal shadow, Wars. Yeah, Ganon and Vaati brought him to life, but he’s been helping me protect Hyrule since we freed him form their control. He’s on our side, he was just nervous about showing himself around all of you guys because we heard you all talking about your own shadows.” Their eyes are flickering violet as they stare at the captain, and they know it. “He’s not a monster, and he’s only a threat if you make him one, same as any of us.”

The captain moves to protest, only to have Hyrule clear his throat from the edge of camp, all eyes swiveling to the traveler as Hyrule nods slowly. “He’s telling the truth, the Legends of the Four Sword all say that the hero befriended and helped his shadow, and the shadow reformed and sacrificed himself to save Hyrule.”

“Exactly.” Legend squeak growls. “The only threat in this camp is someone who’s more willing to draw a blade on their comrade than to approach them with their concerns.” The words make Wars flinch, maybe more than the blow Shadow had landed to his face, and though the captain makes to speak, he's cut off once again by Legend’s harsh voice. “Don’t want to hear it, Captain. I’ve got my brother to help heal up after what you did to him.”

It’s like the mirror shattering all over again, the silence in the air as two parties are separated by a line none can see as Legend and Sky settle on the opposite side of the camp from the others, Shadow hovering over the vet’s shoulder as Legend turns his back on Warriors, dabbing gently at the cut on Four's throat with a cloth damp with red potions.

The captain stiffens, standing and turning on his heel to march towards the other end of camp.

Blue eyes never leave them as their three protectors hover and fuss over them.

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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years

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This request is the result of a very awake mind at 2 am. How about a part crack, part tooth-rotting fluff fic about and interview with characters of your choice.

I tried my best with this... it's difficult to do crack in such a short piece (hence this one ended up being a little longer) and although I think writing crack is really fun, I have no experience in the field XD. So... hope this is what you were looking for XD.

The Case of the Forgotten Birthday Gift

Summary: When the ninja are invited to the Ivory City of Shintaro for Princess Vania’s birthday, they find themselves in the most devastating predicament of all- they forgot to bring a birthday gift for Vania. In a panic, Cole offers her a chance to interview them as compensation. Not everyone is thrilled about the idea.

“We thank you for attending Princess Vania’s birthday,” King Vangelis said, hovering before the ninja with two winged guardsmen at his sides. “We ask that you leave any gifts on this table.” He gestured towards a table that was practically groaning under the weight of all the presents atop it.

“Um.” Cole blanched. “Gift?”

“Cole!” Jay whispered harshly in his ear. “Don’t tell me. That you didn’t bring a present for the princess. On her birthday.”

“I didn’t bring one? Last time I checked, we were all invited! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, I didn’t, so you better come up with something now or they’ll never invite us back here again!”

“Uh…” Cole’s brain felt like it was whirring a mile a minute, and he reluctantly turned back to the king. “Thank you, your majesty, but our gift to the princess is not something material.”

King Vangelis raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“No, it’s a… it’s um… we’re giving you a free interview.”

“What?!” the other ninja all yelped, at the same time that Vania beamed, clapping her hands together.

“I get to interview the ninja? The ninja? Truly, this is the best birthday present ever!”

“Cole,” Kai groaned, putting his head in his hands, “what have you done?”

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“When I told you to come up with something to give the princess, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Jay grumbled from where he was sitting stiffly in a chair next to Cole. “Did you really have to offer the girl who’s obviously a bit bonkers about us an interview?”

“I didn’t see you coming up with anything better,” Cole snapped. “Besides, she may be a bit obsessed, but she seems nice enough. Just go along with it. She’s like any other fan.”

“Any other fan, you say? I wouldn’t be so sure!”

Cole sighed, glancing back at where Lloyd was standing atop his chair, glaring down at them. “Lloyd, sit down.”

“She’s no normal fan, I’m telling you! I don’t trust her! She was too excited about this interview! She’s out to get us, she just wants to trick us into giving away information so she can exploit our weaknesses!”

Kai glanced back and forth between Lloyd and Cole. “Seriously, does no one else see what an obvious cry for therapy this is?”

“Lloyd!” Cole hissed. “For the last time! Sit. Down.”

“Don’t worry, Lloyd,” Zane said as the teen plopped down grumpily in his seat. “The odds of our team member’s princess girlfriend turning out to be the leader of a criminal gang for the second time in our lives are practically nonexistent! Under seventy percent, at least.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Cole snapped.

Zane blinked. “Well, then whose is she?”

“Not mine,” Jay told them, grabbing Nya’s hand. “I’m already engaged!”

Kai laughed. “No thanks, she’s not my type. Plus, I already have a girlfriend who stabbed me in the back, although luckily for me, mine came around, eventually.”

“For the last time, Vania is not going to betray us!”

“It’s not our fault we have trust issues,” Lloyd sniffed. “You’d think someone would book us therapy, but apparently that’s not a priority.”

“Well, if she herself isn’t evil, maybe she’s related to someone evil!” Kai said. “Skylor’s evil, psychotic father influenced her to turn on me. Do you think Vania has an evil, psychotic father?”

“Definitely,” Lloyd agreed, at the same time Nya said “No way.”

Nya shook her head. “Do you know how ridiculous you guys sound? How many evil, psychotic fathers can there be out there?”

“Um. There’s Chen, Milton Dyer, Skales, my father- need I go on?”

“Don’t forget Nadakhan’s evil djinn father!” Jay chimed. Lloyd blinked at him. “Who?”

“See? That’s barely any!” Nya exclaimed. “Besides, like half of those people are good now, so they don’t count.”

“But they were, which means there’s a high chance of King Vangelis being evil and psychotic-”

“Who’s evil and psychotic?” A cheery voice interrupted them as Princess Vania pushed open the doors.

“Oh, uh… just an old villain we faced,” Cole covered quickly.

“Oh, you must tell me all about them!” Vania smiled, pushing the doors closed behind her and clicking the lock.

Kai blinked. “Did you just lock us in?”

“Of course! I can’t have anyone else breaking in here and trying to eavesdrop on my very special interview!”

“Do people break into your room often?” Nya laughed.

“Not at all! Only a few times a week.”

“Um… you do realize that we’re crime-fighting ninja, right?” Jay told her. “We have lots of enemies. Maybe you should have some people guarding us while we’re here.”

“Oh, don’t worry! If anyone attacks you, Chompy will scare them off!” The ninja looked to where she was pointing to see a tiny dragon snoozing on Vania’s bed.

“Oh, how reassuring,” Kai said dryly. “The overgrown gecko can keep us safe.”

Vania raised an eyebrow. “You’re lucky he’s asleep. Mr. Chompy does not play nice when he’s angry.”

“Oh yeah, I’m so scared,” Kai grinned, leaning back.

Vania narrowed her eyes at him. “He killed a dire bat once.”

“Yeah, well, we fought off an entire flock of them from our ship.”

“First of all, it’s called a colony of bats, not a flock. Second, I know that a squadron of our guards had to go save you.”

“We didn’t need saving! They interrupted us just as I was about to use my mighty fire powers to burn them to a crisp!” “Chompy would knock them out of the sky before you could do that.”

“Yeah, well, I could squish Chompy under my foot.”

“Chompy could gouge out your eyes.”

“Oookay, as fun as this is,” Cole interrupted, pushing them apart, “Let’s just get this interview over with. Vania, what questions did you want to ask us?”

“Hold on.” Vania jogged over to the wall and pulled over a small table, setting up a camera on top of it.

Jay stared at it. “What is that.”

“I need to record this, silly!”

“What’s the point of locking us in here and not letting anyone else listen in if you’re just going to broadcast this whole thing to everyone, anyway?” Nya asked.

“Because seeing it live isn’t half as fun as watching a recording!”

“Then why record it at all?”

“How else am I going to rub it in all my friends’ faces that I met the ninja?”

“This is a non-consensual violation of my privacy,” Jay grumbled.

“Oh please, your face is over half the city,” Cole sighed.

“Welcome back to Truthful Tidbits! I’m your host, Vania, and I’m here with an exclusive episode today- with me, I have the famous ninja!” “What,” Lloyd said slowly, “are you doing?”

“It’s for my TV show,” Vania whispered.

“You have a TV show?” Nya spluttered.

“Wait, no one told me this was going to be on TV!” Kai yelped. “The camera’s not getting my good side!”

“Wait, if this is a TV show, shouldn’t we have makeup artists or something?”

“Jay’s right!” Kai agreed. “I can’t go on television without a makeover!”

“My database shows no recollection of the show ‘Truthful Tidbits.’”

“It’s not on mainstream television,” Vania grumbled. “I just show them to my videography class.”

“Oh.” Jay relaxed in his chair. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean, that’s it? People are still going to see me without makeup! Just because it’s a small group doesn’t make this any less of a disaster!”

“I’m hoping to change that,” Vania beamed. “This is the big break I need! An interview with the ninja? Everyone will want to see it!”

“Andddd we’re back to privacy invasion again,” Jay groaned.

“Wanna bounce, Jay?” Lloyd asked.

“Do I ever-”

“Count me in, guys, I’m not doing this without a proper makeup job-”

“If you guys are all leaving, I’m not going to stay!” Nya insisted. “Zane?”

“It seems futile to stay if you all are leaving.” “You can’t leave!” Vania cried. “This is my present! Besides, you’re locked in here!”

Lloyd stared her dead in the eyes. “I will literally jump out the window to get out of this.”

“Are you kidding me? You’ll die!”

“Then tell Chumpy to catch me,” he told her, already climbing into the window.

“It’s Chompy!”

“Oh no, you don’t.” Kai reached out a hand, snatching the back of Lloyd’s gi before he could jump. “I don’t want to spend the rest of our stay in a hospital. What did you think was going to happen, you were going to sprout wings?”

“I’m part dragon,” Lloyd grumbled. “It’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility.”

“I have a much less life-threatening way. Stand back.” Kai’s fist lit up in flames.

“I swear, Kai, if you burn down anything, we are never coming back here,” Cole warned.

“A little arson never hurt anyone.” Hurtling a fireball at the door, it burst into flames. Quickly, it burned a human-sized hole in the door, and Kai, Jay, and Lloyd quickly darted through.

“What about my interview?” Vania protested. “You promised!”

“Technically, Cole was the one who promised you the interview,” Zane pointed out. “He never specified which of us you would be interviewing.”

“And since Cole’s staying, we’re technically not breaking that promise!” Nya added.

Cole blinked. “I’m what?”

“Staying. Have fun, you two!” Nya waved, and the two of them shot out the door, spraying ice and water as they passed to extinguish the flames.

“Sorry about that, princess,” Cole said, scratching the back of his neck.

Vania narrowed her eyes. “This better be the best interview ever.”

Cole grinned. “Mark my words, it will be. Fire away.”

“Speaking of fire, you’re paying for my door.”

“... Yeah, I figured.”

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hansolmates · 4 years

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jjk; angel’s trumpet | masterpost

Angel’s Trumpet Scientific Name: Brugmansia Order and Family: Polimonailes and Solanaceae Plant Overview: A higher order of nightshade, the Angel’s Trumpet is a show-stopping pendulous flower that hangs like bells. In myth, they were prized as chimes holding magical properties. In modern use, Angel's Trumpets have occasionally been used to create recreational drugs, but the risk of overdose is so high that these uses often have deadly consequences.

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.

pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader

genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

w.c; ~45k

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | final | bonus |

a/n; coming soooooon! i’ve been dedicating the better half of the month to this so i really hope u enjoy my first kpop mini series!! inspired a lil bit by the k-drama W and the avengers!

click under the cut for a preview!

Namjoon smells of dry-erase marker and antiseptic.

He’s bounding into your apartment like it’s his own home, carrying two paper bags and a stack of leather bound books. The items fly across your coffee table, and you two work together to organize both your dinner and the books. Namjoon looks like a textbook nerd, wearing shades of burgundy and burnt orange as he breaks into your front door. Gone are the boots and sleek outfits that trim his figure, and you can’t help but go a little anti-starstruck at how normal this moment is.

The two of you eat in relative silence, and you gratefully accept the bag he pushes in your direction. To your surprise the sandwich inside is a favorite combination of yours, and you wonder if this restaurant exists in your world.

Your world.

“Namjoon,” you place your sandwich down, despite the fact that your stomach is protesting for you to finish the first real meal you’ve had in days, “you know that movie, Avengers?”

Namjoon’s face is puffed with bread, and you hand him a water bottle to chug it down. “Dunno,” he shrugs, “Marvel isn’t a popular franchise, so even if I had I wouldn’t remember.”

“Marvel isn’t popular—” what kind of fucked up world is this? Your Jungkook would have a field day if he was in your shoes. “Anyway. There’s a concept from Marvel that there’s multiple Earths. Like you can create a rip in space and land yourself in another dimension if you’re not too careful. Do you think it’s possible?”

Your tall mentor pushes his charcoal hair back, exasperated. “Is this why you’re taking off? Because you believe in some silly comic book series?”

You feel your heart cracking, desperately trying to keep itself together. In your haste you grip Namjoon’s arm, desperate. “Please, just hear me out.” you warble, “a few days ago I was out drinking with a friend. Next thing I know, I’m in another world where I run into a boy. That boy is my friend, but he says he doesn’t recognize me! But I don’t recognize this life. Namjoon I can’t even imagine you wanting to be a doctor!”

Namjoon is looking at you funny, and you know he’s really trying to believe you. Instead of the reassuring words you hope for, he instead says, “this isn’t even pseudoscience, Camille. This is supernatural! How could you possibly think you’re from another dimension? I just saw you last week and everything was fine!”

“I saw you last week too!” you exclaim, clutching your chest, “and you cried again for the umpteenth time because you lost another pair of custom Airpods.”

A pause. “That does sound like me.”

Hope blooms in your stomach. “Doesn’t it?”

“Well, in this supposed other life. What is my profession?”

Your face falls. “Uh, you’re in a worldwide K-pop band. You’re making millions and producing beautiful music.”

That sounded way better in your head. Out loud it sounded absolutely bonkers. You don’t even blame Namjoon when he bursts out laughing, wiping tears from his eyes. You let him, sinking further into your seat and hugging your knees. You really hoped Namjoon would’ve come through for you.

#jungkook fic #jungkook smut #bts fic #bts imagines #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #eeps

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particularemu · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet | Hwang Hyunjin

Word Count: 4242

Type: Smut

Author’s Note: I’ve been seeing these go around and I felt like joining the NSFW Alphabet Club so here we are.

A couple of the blurbs are straight from other fics that I’ve written because my stupid ass is LAAAAZY :3

Side note: These are all my opinions, so don’t come @ me

A=Aftercare

This is Hwang Hyunjin we’re talking about here

The softest — sweetest boy I’ve ever seen to exist

Of course, he’s going to be BOMB at aftercare

His favorite thing to do after sex is soak in a bath, mostly because he can clean you up, help you relieve some of your soreness, AND he gets to have you pressed against his chest

“Do you need anything?” Hyunjin pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I need you here with me.” You tugged on his arm, making the ebony-haired boy giggle.

Hyunjin ruffled your hair. “I need to get the bed cleaned up love.”

“Do it later.” You shifted in the warm bath water, giving him space to slip in. “Please?”

“Fine.” Hyunjin joined you in the bath, eyes going wide when you straddled his hips and kissed him.

“I love you.” You nuzzled your noses together.

Hyunjin’s hands rested on your waist, a sexy gleam in his eyes as he squeezed the soft flesh.

“Do you want a round three?”

B=Body Part

His favorite part on your body? Definitely your eyes.

He loves looking into your eyes because your eyes always seem to hold so much love for him

On him, Hyunjin loves his lips.

He’s gotten lots of compliments on them, so he figures they’re his best feature.

“Look at me love.” Hyunjin’s forehead rested against yours as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. “Let me see your eyes.”

You slowly opened your eyes, a quiet moan escaping your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to hit impossibly deeper. “It feels so good Jinnie.”

Hyunjin picked up the pace, moving faster. He couldn’t help but smirk when your eyes rolled in the back of your head before drifting shut.

“Now love, how many times do I have to tell you keep your eyes open?”

C=Cum

Let’s talk about cum super quick

He loves to cum inside you in every way

There’s something about the way you clench around him (whether he’s fucking your throat or any other hole whoops) that makes the orgasm 10x better for him

He also low-key loves seeing his cum on your tongue

“Open your mouth sweetheart.” Hyunjin tapped his cock against your tongue, breath hitching when you stuck your tongue out for him. He pumped, teeth clenching as he came across your tongue.

“Hold on.” You looked up at him after hearing his words.

“Keep that pretty tongue out for me. I love to see myself on your tongue.”

D=Dirty Secret

Before you were dating, he walked in on you when you were masturbating

You were so caught up in the pleasure that you didn’t hear him walk-in

Poor boy was shooketh

He walked right on out, and dealt with the raging hard-on in his pants

He thought of you the whole time he was stroking himself

Low-key ashamed but high-key had the greatest orgasm of his life while thinking about you

Couldn’t look you in the eye for like a week

Hyunjin’s eyes raked over your body as you rubbed yourself underneath your panties.

“Ohh Hyunjin.”

He rushed out of your room, figuring it was best to leave you alone and take care of his own problem.

Hyunjin pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked himself.

“Oh the things you do to me.”

E= Experience

Ok, so some people feel like these boys have some experience, I respectfully disagree

I feel like these boys don’t have time to get up to any nonsense

Especially Hyunjin

Hyunjin has mentioned that he was a curious child, so he took up many competitions and hobbies

So I feel like he threw himself into sports and hobbies

I also imagine he had 0 time when he was a trainee, so this boy was probably a virgin when he met you

He has definitely masturbated before, but he has never had sex with a woman.

“I’m a virgin.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed at your confession. “Me too.” He chuckled nervously. “God, I was so worried about telling you.”

“Why?” You giggled, grabbing his hands.

“I don’t know…” Hyunjin trailed off. “I want to make you feel good when the time comes.”

“We’ll learn together.”

FIRST TIME

His first time having sex was extremely important to him, and he didn’t want to fuck it up

You and him had been dating for a while

He wanted you to feel good, so he did some research ahead of time

Boi legit Googled “How do I make a girl cum?”

He must have found some good information because WOOO

From the get-go, he knew exactly where to touch, lick, and suck to bring you to your high quickly

Of course it took a bit of time and exploring to find what pleased you the most, but once he figured that out, he was hooked

He loved to hear your moans, so he made you cum numerous times with his tongue before even moving on to the main event

Now, he came quickly, and he was a bit embarrassed, but you reassured him it was fine, considering he made you cum many times before penetration

Hyunjin’s eyes squeezed shut as he came, cheeks flushing bright red as he buried his face in your neck. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He groaned in embarrassment.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s there to be sorry about?” Your hands ran along his shoulders, making the boy relax into your touch.

“You didn’t finish.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Jinnie.” You tilted his chin up, forcing the boy to look at you. “You made me cum three times before you even finished undressing.” You chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed as his brown eyes remained fixed on yours.

“I love you so much.”

F= Favorite Position

Missionary king

He loves to look in your eyes when you’re having sex, because it gives him a good idea of how you’re feeling

He can tell by your facial expressions whether or not he’s hitting the right spots

He also wants to be able to tell immediately if you’re in pain

Aside from missionary, he loves the lotus position, and he adores fucking you against a wall with your legs wrapped around his waist

“Oh God, Hyunjin.” You threw your head back against the pillows, nails raking across his back as he thrust into you.

“Look at me, love.” Hyunjin’s forehead pressed against yours as he rocked into you, eyes watching your facial expressions as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hyunjin nuzzled your noses together, making your heart flutter in your chest as you came close to your high.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned.

“Go ahead sweetheart.” Hyunjin’s husky voice sent you over the edge. “That’s it.” His hips rolled against yours to coax you through your orgasm.

“You look so pretty when you cum.”

G= Goofy

Sex with Hyunjin can vary from super playful to extremely romantic

You could go either way

Sometimes you guys get a bit giggly when things get hot and heavy and someone sneezes or trips over their pants

Then that playful mood won’t go away and y’all are just giggling while making love

“What are you doing?” You giggled as Hyunjin’s fingertips rubbed across your ribcage.

“Nothing,” Hyunjin smirked — that shit-eating grin driving you bonkers as you reached for him.

“Please quit fuck me.” You raised your hips up to his, hoping you could pull the boy out of his playful mood.

“Aww, but I wanna have fun with you~”

H= Hair

He likes to stay trimmed, but sometimes gets lazy with it

99% of the time he’ll be trimmed up

If he isn’t, he’ll be a bit embarrassed, especially if you keep yourself neat and tidy

You groaned around Hyunjin’s length as his hand pushed you further and further down his cock. “You take me so well baby.” Hyunjin moaned and threw his head back, hand pushing you down until his entire cock rested in your throat. Your nose pressed into the bare skin of his pubic bone.

“So fucking well.”

I=Intimacy

Most of your sexual experiences with Hyunjin will be extremely intimate

He’ll want to shower you with compliments and worship your body

He loves taking his time, pressing kisses to every scar, stretch mark, or mole scattered across your skin

He’ll also want to hear some praises back

“Jinnie stop.” You flushed bright red as Hyunjin kissed along your stretch marks.

“Why don’t you love yourself?” Hyunjin looked genuinely confused as his lips trailed across your skin. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know how you don’t love yourself.”

Oh your heart!

“Please, let me worship every single piece of you.”

J=Jack Off

Ahem

I feel like this boy would jack off if the mood hits him and you aren’t there

99% of the time he’d just want to fuck you

But if that isn’t an option, he’d rather use his right hand vs. having blue balls

Hyunjin rolled his head back as his hand closed around the base of his cock. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad, but you were at work. His hand will just have to do.

A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he ran his hand up and down his length, pulling the foreskin as his thumb rolled across the prominent veins on the side. Oh, how he wished your soft tongue was providing such pleasure. You would always trail your tongue along the underside of his cock, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Hyunjin’s thighs shook, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he came in his hand.

“Fuck, I wish you were here.”

K=Kink

Jinnie has a praise kink

He loves to give and receive praise

Receiving praise helps him know whether or not he’s doing a good job + it gives him a confidence boost

If this boy seems hesitant with his touches, tell him what you like. He’ll immediately smile and get to work

He’s also into light bondage. He really loves the way Shibari looks and he loves testing out new patterns with the Shibari rope.

He’s definitely a switch, so he wouldn’t mind letting you take control, but he prefers to be the dom most of the time

He’s totally interested in pegging, but he’d be all sly about it

Like he’d buy butt plugs and be like, “I thought we could try these out tonight. We could use them on you… or me…”

Sly Jinnie

Once you tried them out on him, he’d probably bring up pegging

He’d be super embarrassed but excited

Loves overstimulation: giving and receiving

He really enjoys feeling your thighs shake around his head as he slurps at your core

Is cunnilingus a kink?

It is now

This boy loves dipping his tongue between your folds

He adores you and wants you to feel amazing, and he knows his mouth can do wonders

“You good baby girl?” Hyunjin leaned his head on your inner thigh, a tantalizing smirk tugging at his lips as he watched your body shake and thrash beneath his teasing fingertips.

His fingers slipped inside you with ease, curling upward to rub against your g-spot. A choked sob escaped your lips as his tongue rolled across your clit once more.

“I love watching you squirm under my tongue.”

L=Location

Could fuck you anywhere sis

But he’d prefer to have sex in bed

It gives you two the privacy you need, and he can take his time with you

BUT sometimes he likes having semi-public sex — as long as there’s a VERY small chance that you guys could get caught

“Jinnie, we’re in public!” You moaned as Hyunjin roughly yanked your skirt down your legs.

Hyunjin slid your panties to the side as he slammed into you. “Maybe you should have thought of that before teasing me.” Hyunjin roughly pistoned into you, making your choked moans echo in the small dressing room. Hyunjin’s hand clamped over your mouth.

“You better be quiet baby. Unless you want everyone to see me fuck your pretty little pussy.”

M=Motivation

He loves to see you in pretty lingerie

He also loves to see you in his oversized shirts

Put both together and he’s DEAD

You’ll be bent over in no time if you wear lacy underwear and one of his t shirts

“Hey.” You leaned against the doorframe, clad in one of Hyunjin’s favorite shirts and a lacy pair of underwear that made your ass look perfect.

Hyunjin tore his eyes away from his book, mouth dropping open as his eyes scanned your body. The boy’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson as he watched you saunter over to him.

“God, you look perfect.”

N=No

He’s not willing to do anything that could harm you in any way

So he’s not a fan of knifeplay, breathplay,

He’s totally fine with a bit of spanking, but for the most part, he wants to worship you, not put you in pain

I also think he isn’t a fan of anything that involves any bodily fluids aside from cum and saliva (so no watersports)

“What on earth is knifeplay?” Hyunjin’s eyes went wide as the two of you looked up the definition.

You both wanted to try out different kinks, but you had no idea what kinks even existed, so you and Hyunjin decided to look some up on the internet.

“Oh, it’s sex involving knives.” You giggled at the look of genuine fear on Hyunjin’s face.

“We are NOT doing that.”

O=Oral

This boy is a boss at oral

Hyunjinnie deserves a gold medal

This boy has spent lots of time with his tongue in your folds

He knows exactly how to make you cum with his tongue

He always starts off slow, with long licks up your slit

Then he just dives in like a man starved

His tongue will lap between your folds, the tip circling around your clit before he harshly sucks

He’ll suck your clit between his teeth and nibble a bit

Hold on sis

Because you aren’t cumming just once from his mouth

He loves to overstimulate you, holding your legs open for him while he slurps at your core

Yum

Get me a Jinnie~

Hyunjin pulled you closer and sucked even harder on your clit, making your body shake from the intense orgasm that followed. You practically screamed as Hyunjin rolled his tongue over your clit, the overwhelming pleasure making you lose your mind. You couldn’t think of anything but him and the way his tongue moved along your core. You couldn’t tell if you were moaning, screaming, or crying at this point — you just knew that you were completely under Hyunjin’s control, whether you liked it or not.

A third orgasm washed over you, but Hyunjin wasn’t finished. He pulled away for a split second. “One more.” You cried out as his fingertips toyed with your sensitive core. “Hold out for one more.”

The words barely hit your ears before he wrapped his lips around you. You thrashed against the soft mattress, sweat dripping down your brow as tears streamed down your cheeks. “I can’t cum anymore.” You cried, shoving at his shoulders.

Hyunjin pulled away from your core and smacked your outer thigh.

“You can and you will!”

Taken From: Caught

P=Pace

His pace typically starts off slow, and speeds up near the end

Foreplay is HUGE for him

He wants to make sure you’re ready for him

And he also REALLY enjoys making you feel good

Once foreplay is over, he starts off with slow, deep thrusts

As he gets closer to his release, he’ll speed up.

Hyunjin started to thrust into you again, setting a much quicker pace to make up for all the pausing throughout the night. You moaned and reached for his hand, smiling when he threaded his fingers between yours. He squeezed your hand before reaching between your bodies, brushing his fingers between your folds to stimulate your clit.

Your back arched off the bed, making the tall boy chuckle as he continued to rock his hips against yours. You were so close, and you could tell he was too. Hyunjin’s brow creased, eyes clenching shut as he tried to hold off his orgasm long enough for you to reach your high. The way your walls closed around him, sent him over the edge. He came with a loud moan, hand stopping all movements against you.

“Oh my God that felt so good.”

Taken From: Goose Down

Q=Quickie

This boy is not very good at quickies

He always ends up getting overly excited and going for another round

So quickies are not his favorite thing

“Come on.” You ushered Hyunjin into the coat closet, instantly yanking your panties down your legs.

After seeing Hyunjin kill it on the stage, you were so horny you couldn’t wait to have him. “Please hurry.” You moaned.

Hyunjin pulled his cock out of his pants and slammed into you. “Fuck you feel so good.” Hyunjin chuckled as he started to thrust into you.

“We have to hurry. Someone might come in.”

R=Risk

Hyunjin doesn’t like to take big risks

But he’d be willing to fuck in a practice room if it’s scheduled to just him

Sure people could walk in, but it’d be highly unlikely

He loves you so much and wouldn’t want to subject you to the embarrassment of someone walking in on the two of you

“Come on Jinnie.” You mumbled against his skin. “We can lock the door.” Your lips traveled along his jawline, making the boy hard in his sweats.

“The boys could come in any moment.” Hyunjin practically whined.

“Please.” You looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes as your hand cupped his hardening cock in his pants.

“Fine.” Hyunjin sighed and turned you around.

“Let’s be quick.”

S=Stamina

He’s a kpop idol and one of the main dancers

This boy got stamina

He draws out foreplay quite a bit

Then he can usually last 2-3 rounds of penetrative sex

His stamina rebuilds FAST so after like 15 minutes of cuddling he might be eyeing you up like, “wanna do round 4?”

“Hey baby.”

“Jinnie no.” You giggled as the boy pouted. “How are you not tired?”

“I’m never tired when it comes to you.” Hyunjin giggled and pulled you closer to his chest.

“That’s a lie.” you chuckled. “You’ve fallen asleep on me almost every time we start a movie.”

Hyunjin laughed. “Hey! I try to stay awake, but right after practice I need to nap.” His chin rested on your head as his fingertips ran along your body. “Okay but what if —”

“Okay fine,” you mumbled, giggling as Hyunjin flipped you over.

“You know I can’t resist you.”

T=Toy

Totally willing to use toys

He’s game for blindfolds, ball gags, shibari rope, vibrators, and a strap on (for you of course)

He loves to tie you up in Shibari rope. He finds the intricate patterns beautiful across your silky smooth skin

“How does that feel baby?” Hyunjin finished tying the last of the rope around your body, leaving you completely helpless to his torturous touches.

You hummed as his fingers ran along your sides, tickling you every so often. “Good.” Your arms were tied behind your back, leaving you at his mercy.

Hyunjin’s tongue ran along your folds, making your body jolt.

“God you look stunning.”

U=Unfair

Usually, he’s pretty nice

Like, “if you’re going to be a brat, I’m going to punish you, but I still want you to feel good, so I’ll let you cum”

Push him hard enough and the demon will come out

“You’re acting like a brat today huh? Guess you really don’t want me.”

“Bend over.” Hyunjin undid his belt and folded it in half, sending shivers down your spine.

“No.” You crossed your arms over your chest, wondering what would happen if you defied him.

Hyunjin smirked and repeated himself, “I said bend over.”

“And I said no.” you couldn’t even help the stupid grin that took over your face.

“Oh? You find this funny?” Hyunjin smirked and forced you over his lap, hand smacking your ass a few times, making you moan.

“If you’re going to be a brat, you’re going to be punished.”

V=Volume

Have you heard Hyunjin?

I’m pretty sure the whole world can hear when he laughs

His moans can be pretty loud too

When he’s fucking you, he’ll let out deep moans and groans

When he’s being fucked by you, his moans are high-pitched and needy

“Oh God.” Hyunjin moaned pornographically as you thrust into him. “Fuck please go faster please.” Hyunjin whined, rocking his hips back against your strap-on.

“Calm down baby.” You chuckled and paused your movements, making the boy whine louder.

“Please don’t stop,” Hyunjin begged. “Please keep going, I’ll do anything.”

You smirked at his words. “Anything?”

“Yes PLEASE.” Hyunjin practically cried. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry.” You smirked as you pounded into the boy again, reaching your hand around to pump his cock. His choked moans echoed in the room as you ruined the poor boy.

“I’ll take care of you baby.”

W= Wild Card

Hyunjin loves praises, but a piece of him also loves to be degraded

He wouldn’t enjoy doing it to you as much (brat is the harshest name you’ll ever be called during sex)

But he LOVES to be called nasty

“You like that baby.” You snickered as you stroked him past his orgasm. The boy frantically bucked his hips into your hand, trying to get away from your torturous touches. The ball gag in his mouth prevented any words from getting past the drool-coated silicone.

“You’re such a filthy boy.” You scoffed. “Look at all that cum leaking out of your pathetic cock.”

Hyunjin’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as another powerful orgasm raked through him.

“Such a nasty little slut.”

X=X-Ray

Not to be weird

Well, we’re already talking about smut here so weird is out the window

But I feel like he would have such a pretty dick

He’d be a bit longer than average (about 6-6.5 inches)

He’s probably a got an average girth though

When fully erect, his dick has a slight upward curve, so (for the ladies out there) he hits THAT spot perfectly omg

Hyunjin pulled his cock out, making your cheeks flush bright red. Your boyfriend had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

You fisted the base of his cock, pumping a couple times making the boy beneath you fidget in excitement. “Oh, that feels good.” Hyunjin moaned as his head fell back against the pillows.

You ran your tongue along his length, noticing the way he gasped as the tip of your tongue swiped along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. You slid the tip inside your mouth, swiping your tongue against his slit before taking him as far down your throat as you could.

“Oh fuck.” Hyunjin groaned. “You’re good at this.”

“Who wouldn’t want to worship such a pretty cock?”

Y=Yearning

Has a really high sex drive — mostly because he yearns for that closeness that only making love can provide

I feel like when you first start getting sexually active with him, he’ll be a lil shy

He wouldn’t want to come across as a horny weirdo, so he’d be hesitant to take things further every time he gets in the mood

BUT if/when you mention that you want him — instant boner

I think it’d take a month or two of sex before he starts pouncing on you every time he feels like making love.

“Can we?” Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed red as he rutted against you, his clothed bulge rubbing against your ass. “Please.” His soft begging sent a wave of arousal through you.

“We just fucked this morning.” You giggled, hand reaching behind you to rest on his hip.

“I always want you.”

Z=ZZZ...

Hyunjin doesn’t like to go to sleep right after

He usually likes to indulge in some pillow talk until both of you pass out

You’ll talk about anything from what you did that day to what you enjoyed about that night’s heated session

He enjoys pulling you on top of his chest

He also really enjoys tracing shapes on your back and having you guess what he’s drawing

Overall really soft

10/10 would recommend you bang

Hyunjin hurried over to your side and cleaned you up, kissing you on the nose before tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket. You held your arms out to him, smiling when he fell into them, allowing you to hold him close.

“You take such good care of me.” You kissed his forehead.

“I try.” He chuckled and leaned further into your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You ran your fingers through his hair, helping the ebony-haired boy drift off to sleep. You felt an overwhelming amount of love for Hyunjin at that moment — even more so when you heard the words he mumbled next.

“You are my whole world.”

You smiled and kissed him on the forehead. “And you’re mine.”

Taken from: Goose Down

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tuiyla · 2 years

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naya & dianna were electric together; i could go down a nostalgic rabbit hole all abt that but i’ll save us both the time and sanity LOL.

re: anger, will def wait until u publish ur thoughts to pinpoint mine more, but i’ll start w how i headcanon a future QS relationship (that could also work platonically!): i’m with the idea that both of their tempers mellow out over time while still they still maintain that no-nonsense, call-it-like-it-is mentality they reserve just for each other. when they’re past the point in their lives of needing to one-up each other, it’s less of serious fights like 2x01 and 4x08 and more harmless bickering.

when they do get into fights, i think they’re still guilty of throwing in some low blows in the heat of the moment, but they both know when to call it and just give each other space to cool down before trying to resolve anything. they both learn that not everything needs to be fixed right away; they just need time to gather their thoughts and firmly explain where they’re coming from, and they move on together.

i’ve already rambled, but again i’ll wait till you share some thoughts to go even deeper into it hahaha.

in the meantime, here’s a question for ya: if you could add in a QS heart-to-heart scene anywhere in the series, where would it be/what would it look like? (i.e. after Q gets kicked out of her house, after S gets outed, after the I Do hookup, etc)

-Quinntana anon

Hey Quinntana anon! Sorry this sat in the inbox for a while.

Any time you want to go on about Naya and Dianna please feel free to do so lol. I rewatched New York today and the UHT scene's intensity from both of them was so good, and then transitioning into that soft understanding. I especially liked Santana telling her to get over it because she would, and then Quinn screaming at her.

Adult Quinntana having quite bickering fights is so amusing to me lol. That's why they're so great because it's like, a different wavelength to everyone else. Brittany gets it but doesn't engage because she knows it's best not to. She just leaves them be like when you check the kids into a playhouse while shopping or something.

I for sure agree that low blows are still resent even as they grow and mature. Because that's just the kind of connection they have, you know? They can come back from anything. So yeah they do get carried away sometimes but I think they're also well aware of the hard lines. So it's calling each other out and dragging just a little outside the comfort zone but it isn't malicious. I think they're already good at just bouncing back as teens but maybe as adults they'd learn to actually talk about these things afterward.

All of what you said for an extra Quinntana scene are good options. I think it would have been most realistic and is most sorely lacking at any point after I Do. It's still bonkers to me that they never again share a meaningful scene. As much as I would love one either in season 1 after Quinn gets kicked out or season 3 after The Outing, the former simply didn't have Santana as a substantial character so it'd need other rewrites. The latter, it was an overall shitshow so again more rewrites would be needed. But I would have loved a Quinntana scene post-outing that could maybe be both about Q reassuring Santana and in return Santana once again attempting to talk to Quinn about what's been going on with her. They deal with a lot in a few short episodes. And hey, their lowest points might just open up their hearts to a good convo.

All that said, I'd most likely choose one for 2x15 Sexy. Season 2's Quinntana crumbs are great but they're just that, crumbs, so in my headcanon there's a Quinntana scene following Santana's love confession and subsequent heartbreak. She sees Santana storm off and finds her under the bleachers. Santana tells her to piss off at first but then just, breaks down, too tired to try and hold it together. And despite their ongoing rivalry that season, despite Cheerios and Sam everything, Quinn just holds her because they know when it's time for tough love and when it's time for just plain love. Then again I guess in my mind this isn't so much a heart-to-heart, just this wordless scene of comfort followed by Quinn trying to get her to talk about it but Santana shuts it all out and pretends it never happened. She's going into denial, see, and there's only so much Quinn can do about that. She's disappointed, to say the least, when Santana announces she's dating Karofsky a few weeks later. But as always, Quinn has her own shit going on.

Now, that said, what would your scene be?

#i'm hoping to get some more coherent thoughts out sometime soon lol fingers crossed #glee asks #quinntana asks #quinntana anon #anon #glee headcanons

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‘Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous’ Part 14/???

Read Part 13 here!

With an incredibly worried expression, Lucifer’s hand remained on MC. But suddenly, he felt a small force against him. It was only little, bit he could feel the movement as the baby stretched. His breath hitched in his throat. MC was surprised by the unsure look he had on his face but she put it down to the fact he’d never felt anything like this before.

Letting out a shaky breath, Lucifer’s eyes met hers. “There it is.”

MC was walking through the palace’s hallways when she felt a dull aching pain in her stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt the sensation. It wasn’t anything excruciating but there was still a tiny throb. As she walked through across the red carpets, she tried to think of all of the possibilities of what it could be. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt it either. For a couple of weeks it’d been happening but each time it hit her it seemed to get worse and worse.

She concluded it couldn’t be morning sickness because that had passed at this point, perhaps it was growing pains? Either way, the pain wasn’t enough for her to worry, all she wanted to do was try and ease it.

Turning on her heel, she made her way toward Diavolo’s study, hoping to find Barbatos. She was relieved when she heard their familiar voices as she got closer. As she poked her head through the door, both of them seemed startled to see her.

“I hope I’m not interrupting...” she spoke awkwardly, stepping into the room.

“Not at all.” Diavolo grinned, standing up from where he was sat. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m having a bit of discomfort and was actually wondering if Barbatos could point me in the direction of a hot water bottle?” She half asked, her hand massaging her belly.

“Why? Are you in pain?” Diavolo suddenly panicked, noticing her hand placement, “Barbatos - see to it that MC gets her hot water bottle.”

“Right away, my Lord.” His servant disappeared out of the room.

“Diavolo” MC chuckled lightly, “I’m fine, it’s nothing major.” She tried to reassure him.

“But it’s still something!” He breathed stepping up to her. Without thinking, he placed his hand over hers as she rested it on her belly. “If you think you need to go to the hospital just say.”

“Diavolo” MC spoke slowly, “I’m fine.”

He gazed over her with worried eyes but the reassuring look on her face relaxed him. “Are you sure?” He asked; hand still remaining on hers.

“Yes! Don’t worry - your key to uniting the realms is fine.” She laughed. Momentarily, Diavolo lost his act as he gave her a confused look but he soon replaced it with a knowing one.

“I’m sorry.” He apologised, “Perhaps I may have fretted a little too early.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled before suddenly she winced. The dull aching pain began pulsating, causing her body to drop a little as she adjusted to the sensation. Diavolo immediately held her up.

“Sorry I don’t know what that was.” She breathed. The pain still wasn’t enough in her eyes to worry - it was probably completely normal. “I’m going to go back to my room.” She nodded.

“I’ll walk you.” He insisted, leading her out of the room. Diavolo supported her body by wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked through the palace.

They soon entered her room and Diavolo helped her into bed. He still had a worried expression as he gazed down at her. “Is there anything else I can get you?” He asked concerned.

“I’m okay thank you - I’m going to call Lucifer just to let him know.” She nodded.

Diavolo was unusually quiet at the mention. “Well I’m going to move to my chamber so that I’m only across the hallway. I’ll leave the door open so if you feel any more pain, please shout and I will be in here.” He assured her, leaning over the bed. “I’ll see where Barbatos is with that hot water bottle.”

“Thank you.” She breathed, looking up at his face which was only mere inches away from her own.

His gaze flickered momentarily to her lips before back to her eyes. “Just call for me, okay?” He spoke softly, standing up straight. She nodded her head and soon he left the room, glancing at her one last time before he did so.

After calling Lucifer to inform him of the discomfort she was experiencing, MC was immediately bombarded with questions; mainly about Diavolo taking care of her. She insisted she was okay but he still stated to her that he’d be with her shortly.

“Where are you going?” Asmo asked curiously, seeing the eldest brother rush to leave the dining room table.

“The Palace - MC’s experiencing pain.” He answered quickly. Immediately all of the brothers shared concerned looks.

“Is she okay?” They asked asked at once.

“I don’t know - she’s telling me she’s fine but she has a dull ache in her stomach. I don’t want her to take any risks so I’m going over now.” He informed as he pulled on his cloak.

Although he was worried, Satan shared a look with Lucifer - almost a smug one. But Lucifer didn’t have time for ambiguous expressions. Lucifer knew that Satan was loving the fact that he was getting concerned over the baby he feared so much.

Lucifer didn’t even bother going to see Diavolo as Barbatos welcomed him into the palace. His only concern was MC.

As she laid in bed, her eyebrows began to furrow. She hated to admit it but the pain was getting worse. Her mind was conflicted; Lucifer was going to be there with her at any second, she wanted to wait for him but there was no sign of him yet. Her eyes wandered to her open door. ‘Maybe I should call for Diavolo’

But before she could contemplate any further, her prayers were answered as Lucifer rushed through the doorway. “MC.” He breathed, “Are you okay?”

He frantically made his way to her side and unconsciously placed a hand on her stomach as crouched beside her bed. MC’s expression changed as she felt his touch.

Diavolo appeared in the doorway after hearing the commotion. He studied the pair of them carefully.

“Do i need to take you to the hospital?” Lucifer asked quickly, his hand still pressed against her bump.

“No...” she breathed. She still couldn’t believe it - as soon as Lucifer held her all pain seemed to seep away. In truth, she felt absolutely fine. “The pain has gone.”

“How long has it been gone?” Diavolo interrupted, stepping toward the bed.

“I don’t know - you just touched me and it all went away.” She gazed at Lucifer. She felt absolutely ridiculous saying it - surely they’d think she’s bonkers and would take her to the hospital just because she was talking nonsense.

“Interesting...” Diavolo contemplated quietly. He had a concerned look on his face as he rubbed his chin. “So you feel okay now?”

“I feel absolutely fine...better if that’s even possible?” She questioned her own words. Being pregnant with a demon’s baby had its differences. Every day MC would seem to discover something different to what she’d heard pregnancy would be like back in the human realm. At this point, every time something peculiar happened she put it down to the fact that their baby wasn’t human.

A relieved smile washed onto Lucifer’s face. “Get some rest.” He whispered softly, removing his hand from her body so that he could hold her hand. “You call me if anything changes, okay? I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.”

MC nodded her head eagerly. “Of course.”

Lucifer gave her one last unsure smile before standing up straight, slipping his hand out of hers. He approached Diavolo cautiously, still ashamed of the conversation they’d had previously.

“I’ll have the latest reports ready for you tomorrow.” Lucifer nodded.

“Good.” Diavolo breathed, “Thank you for doing them.”

He didn’t have his usual smug face or his chirpy grin. Diavolo was unusually sombre for himself. As Lucifer left the room, he didn’t say another word to the Prince of Devildom as he slowly made his way down the hallway back to the entrance. As Diavolo shut MC’s door, his gaze lingered on Lucifer until he’d disappeared around a corner.

Frustration filled his body as he entered his chamber.

Satan was sat on the steps in the entranceway when Lucifer returned home. As soon as he entered the door he met eyes with the fourth eldest. They shared a knowing look.

“How is she?” Satan asked softly. He assumed she was okay otherwise Lucifer wouldn’t have come back so soon.

“She’s fine.” Lucifer breathed surprised. “She told me over the phone that she was experiencing frequent pain but once I arrived she seemed to be okay again. Apparently it ‘all went away’ as I held her.”

Satan nodded to himself. “You know why that is, right?” He asked Lucifer.

“I had my suspicions.” He confirmed.

“Here you are: so afraid of this baby that you avoid being with MC—“

“I don’t avoid being with her - I have a lot of work to do!” Lucifer defended himself.

“You’re still afraid, Lucifer.” Satan stated. “But don’t you see what’s happening? You’re so afraid of being a Father that you cower over here while your baby is over there missing you. Your souls are combined and right now it’s missing yours. MC’s going to keep being in pain until you do something about it. The more that baby grows the worse it will be for her.”

Lucifer’s mind pondered - it made sense. “I won’t allow it.” He shook his head, “She should be okay tonight but tomorrow I will have words with Diavolo. MC should move back in with us.”

“Do you really think he’d let her go?” Satan asked, surprised at Lucifer’s plans.

“It depends.” He breathed, meeting Satan’s stare. “If the only reason he is keeping her there is because she’s the key to uniting the realms and needs protecting, I see no reason as to why he wouldn’t allow her to come back if being at the palace threatens her health.” Lucifer thought, “and then alternatively...” he hesitated, “if he does love her then he wouldn’t find it in himself to keep her there if she’s in constant pain.”

“A strong argument.” Satan nodded. “Say he agrees to it and allows MC to come home - will you tell her how you really feel?”

Lucifer shot Satan an unimpressed look. “That’s none of your concern.”

Frustrated with his brothers response, Satan sat up from his seat on the staircase. “You won’t be able to hide from her if she’s here.” He spoke before leaving the room.

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Requested by @maniaisbliss: So you think you could possibly do a modern reader x tommy? Where she travels back in time or something?

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Modern!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, tinnnny bit of OOC Tommy during the begging (ideka), angst, fluff,

Note: I tried writing it like if they just met, but I was out of ideas, until today when sudden inspiration hit and this was created. My apologies for the lateness! I’m so sorry if this is not what you wanted! (I started writing this at 11:30 pm and finished at 12:13 am, so this time I have a reason for saying “sorry if this sucks” 😅)

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @stydia-4-ever @matth1w @redspaceace @jenepleurepasbaby @simonsbluee, @peakysputain

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Tommy smirked. How did he get himself into this mess? A girl comes from the future, he seduces her, then falls for her, and now is praying, with some form of faith he knows he doesn’t even have, that she may never be presented with an opportunity to return to the future.

He turned, eyes falling along her body, clothed in only a semi-see-through gown, as the sun danced along her skin. It was quite the sight. One he wished he could wake up to every single day. Her hair not kept in the professional do, instead free and what one would call, wild. He admired the vulnerability she allowed him to see, and the fact that he was the one she allowed to see such a thing.

His hand traced her soft skin, “Good morning, love.”

“Morning, Tommy. Any meetings today?”

Thomas almost chuckled at the face of the sleepy woman in front him, very obviously still half asleep and struggling to keep her eyes open. “Just one. At ten I believe. A family meeting.”

She groaned. Definitely awake now.

“Relax,” the chuckle broke free, “you’ll be able to attend one as soon as I put a ring on your finger.”

Y/n paused, then turned to Tommy with wide eyes and a mouth that rested slightly ajar. “What?”

“Damn, did I not inform you of my plan to marry you? How unfortunate. I went out and bought this ring for n-”

“Tommy!!” She smiled, eyes still wide with shock, as he held the box with a quirked eyebrow. “Holy shit! Thomas! You didn’t have to-”

“Oh, but I assure you, I did.” He stood and walked to her side of the bed, lifting her and spinning her before placing a soft kiss to her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and matching smiles snuck onto their faces. “So, will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

“Of course! Yes!” She pulled away as he set her down, and allowed him to slide the ring onto her finger. Y/n walked back to their bed, frowned at the timing on his pocket watch, “Tommy...you did say ten, right?”

“Yes- why?”

“Thomas, it’s a couple minutes past ten! You best hurry!” She laughed and kissed her fiancé goodbye, waving before she shut the door.

“Thomas. Nice of you to join us.”

“Yes, well, I had some business to finish.” John snorted at Tommy’s response, his dirty mind elsewhere, before Esme gave him a small glare.

“I’m serious, Thomas.”

“Good God Esme, do you ever loosen up? Perhaps plan on hopping off Tommy’s back while you’re at it?” Pol had enough with Esme, as, most of the time, usual. “Anyways, Tom, we need to discuss some stuff with the betting shops. So-”

“No. My business first.”

“Esme-”

“No, John, let her say what she has to say.” Thomas was intrigued, caught by the fire in Esme’s eyes. Whatever she had to say, he was interested.

“Y/n. It’s about Y/n.” He froze, eyes narrowing, but nodded for her to continue. Esme smirked a little when she saw Tommy’s jaw clenching. “You proposed to her. As you told us you were going to, am I wrong?”

“No, you’re quite correct, but I don’t see what the meaning of this is.”

“She’s from the future. One day, there’s going to be a way for her to go back home. We all know that,” she looked around the room, raising her shoulders as if it were a fact everyone indeed knew. “Meaning, she gets a chance at going home, and who’s to say she won’t take it? She’ll leave you here, in the 1900s, alone, while she goes back to the future and probably marries some other rich man.”

Tommy clenched his fist and cursed under his breath.

“Tom, don’t listen to her. We’ve all seen it, Y/n loves you, a lot.” Ada tried to comfort her brother.

“No, no, Esme’s right though.” Linda interjected, much to everyone’s dismay. “Even if she does love him, the future is her home. She doesn’t belong here.”

“Arthur, control your wife, please!”

He couldn’t take it, it was bubbling up inside. Esme’s words. Then Linda’s. Polly sped over to Tommy and tried to calm him. She rubbed his back and asked him if he was alright, but her voice became quieter, drowned out by the words repeated in varieties such as mutters, shouts, and more.

Why hadn’t he thought of it before? She was from the future, and he was in what was his present time.

His breathing became off. Anger. Then hurt. Then regret. He needed her. Her reassurance. Her comfort. He just needed to know that they were wrong without actually needing to ask.

Finally, there was only a couple more days until the wedding was to take place. Tommy had gotten the care that needed, many nights ago. When he returned with such worry, Y/n almost thought he’d gone bonkers. She held him close to her that night, and promised him she’d never let anything come between them.

Word had gotten out. Specifically, word of Y/n’s way home spread to the Shelby family. The people who were involved in the accidental time-travel requested that the Shelby family meet them by a water well near the edge of what Tommy was sure to be the middle of nowhere. They wanted Y/n to be the only person there, to take her back to the future and never return again.

It would be wrong for Tommy not to tell her. And so he did. He wished he had another choice, but he wanted her to be happy. He pulled her aside, told her the news, and left her to decide on her own.

She met them at the car and climbed into the back. Y/n held a frown on her face. Though happy to go home, she felt something was... wrong, in a way. They neared the said well and Tommy helped her out.

“Y/n...” His hands rested on her waist. “We could stall, ya know?”

“Tommy- don’t make this harder than it already is...”

“’M sorry...” He pulled her in for one last kiss, allowing his tears to fall, finally. She was going home, he should be happy for her, but a part of him wanted to order his brothers to destroy whatever was going to be Y/n’s transportation home. “Stay safe for me, alright?”

She nodded and pecked his lips again, wiping away her tears. “Don’t die...promise?”

A small smile appeared on his face, “I promise.”

He watched her turn and walk into the fog. Tommy tried to study the actions between the two and Y/n; he could see their silhouettes, but not them completely. He squinted, watching the taller of the pair point to somewhere out of Tommy’s view.

He couldn’t hear anything, but he knew they were talking.

“Come, Miss L/n, we’re bringing you home.”

Y/n’s thoughts finally clicked. The memories of the events during her time in the 1900s raced past each other, showing her glimpses of things. Things she’d possibly miss. Tommy’s proposal. The wedding that was supposed to be in a number of days. Something she’d definitely miss. Somebody she’d definitely miss.

“I am home.”

“What?!”

“I’m staying.”

The female, shorter figure of the two, questioned Y/n, “You accidentally stumbled into one of our experiments, causing you to be zapped or whatever into the 1900s, then we spend a long time creating a way to bring you back, let’s not forget all the science and math that took, with our education at stake, and you want to stay?”

Y/n nodded, “Precisely.” She turned back to the car, racing as fast as she could, crossing her fingers with the hope that he hadn’t left.

Tommy was just about to turn around, walk back to the car, go to the betting shop, face defeat, admit Esme was right, but he noticed one of the silhouettes running at him. The figure became more prominent, the familiar view reaching his line of sight.

“Y/n? W-” She cut him off by jumping into his arms and connecting their lips. He spun her around, like the morning he asked her to marry him, and smiled into the kiss. They pulled away, breathless, but he continued to hold her. “I thought you were going home?”

“You are my home, silly.”

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pebblysand · 3 years

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OF BRONZE COMPASSES [EXTENDED AUTHOR’S NOTES ON CHAPTER IX OF CASTLES]

well, this took a while, didn’t it? lol.

jokes aside, please forgive my brevity in this author’s notes, i have slept three hours last night in a mad attempt to finish this before my mum lands in dublin for her first visit since the start of the pandemic. i’d like to thank everyone who’s commented/interacted with this fic these past few months, the engagement on castles is actually bonkers but in a (mostly - bar a bit of ff.net hate, but it is ff.net lol) good way.

now, a few facts about this chapter before i dive in:

wordcount: 14,552. i mean, kill me now.

soundtrack: i’ve gone back and forth a lot between bad habits by ed sheeran, back to black by amy winehouse and this cover of destiny’s child’s survivor by tim halperin. having now finished the chapter, i would say that bad habits is a fantastic song but rather inapplicable here, back to black is, like, the song for the roar series fic i’d love to write about mia but is it really fic when you’re writing an entire story from the point of view of an oc i’m confused, and so yeah, survivor’s the one, i suppose.

favourite line: 'Ron, Hermione and he slug through dozens of summons and meetings, attempting to clarify legalese, the beginning of the hearings themselves looming in the distance like Lord Denning’s infamous long-winding cricket digressions.' (please, hit my dms if you get the reference lol. that probably means we’ve both suffered through law school.)

what is this chapter about? how terribly fucking hard it can be to find your way in your late teens/early twenties.

okay, now, spoilers under the cut.

i feel a bit weird about this chapter, i won’t lie. not that i don’t like it, necessarily, but because it’s not really what i thought it would be.

first, i kind of feel bad for promising that harry and ginny would get back together, then producing a chapter that focuses a lot on mia. in my defence, i will say that all of it was planned, it was just a lot more words than i had anticipated. like, i just thought i could do january to june 99 in one chapter and that was just optimistic of me. what i mean to say is that i haven’t changed the story - harry and ginny will get back together. just like, later. i would say in next chapter but i’m not going to make the same mistake twice, lol. this follows canon [if you disagree with that please read this post where i explain what canon-compliance means to me] and the canon timeline, so they will 100% get back together eventually, lol.

second, for the first time since starting this "journey," (lol) i was heavily influenced by people’s comments, writing this. first in the way that harry getting "serious" with mia was something i was toying with from the start and the fact that someone (i can't remember who, i am sooooo sorry), said they'd like to see that in the comments sort of enabled me to go for it, but also more "critical" comments, i suppose. i've heard a lot of people saying that "my" harry isn't theirs (which is fair enough, no worries), but it's made me question myself a lot, in terms of character building. it was recurrent enough that i started wondering if i'd gone completely off my rocker, haha. at the start of the summer, i really began to doubt myself and the way i'd written this story so far, and actually had to leave it aside for two months, sit down at the start of september and just re-read the whole thing, almost as a reader, to see how i felt. well, it was reassuring to see that i still felt good about it. i mean sure, there are a couple of edits i wanted to make, but mostly word changes, punctuation, maybe a couple of quotes - nothing massive. generally, i stand by what i wrote which is suppose is a good thing. i think as an author and an artist, it's always important to check in with yourself and making you're still in "sync" so to speak, so it was nice to find out i still was.

i think, ultimately, in my writing (which is funny, cause i'm not like that irl at all), i'm kind of a people pleaser. and this exercise - taking time off, then re-reading with a fresh eye - also allowed me to re-read all of your lovely reviews and understand that i cannot possibly please everybody. because everybody wants different things. some people love my characterisation, some people hate it, (hell, a couple of people even don't want harry and ginny to get back together (lol)) - same with the plot. and, at the end of the day, i need to remind myself sometimes that i am the captain of this ship and that some hard choices need to be made. this may sound a bit harsh but the only person who really needs to be 100% satisfied with this, at the end of the day, is myself. though i do really hope and love when others also express deep thoughts about this story, it's so very rewarding.

this being said: i did hear some of you on the fact that some of harry's choices didn't make sense to you, and through future edits and this chapter, i have tried to explain them more. i’m not sure if it shows, or if that was the right decision. i hope it didn't make this chapter feel too "heavy" or boring either. i obviously always try to show and not tell, but perhaps, i veered too far away from the telling part in previous chapters, and stuff that was obvious to me, wasn't to you lol. for that, i apologise. i'm sort of worried i will look back on this chapter and think: this is so slow moving, why did i do that? but hey, that's part of the game. and, perhaps it’s also all in my head. as luna says, not everything has to make sense haha.

now, in terms of what happens in this chapter itself:

regarding what i call the “post-war wizarding admin” (meaning: the trials, politics, the aurors, all of that): you’ve probably noticed this but this chapter is sort of a set up for what comes next. i have no shame in admitting this, set-ups are necessary and i hope to have performed this one well. as i initially said, i was hoping to cover the timeline jan-june ‘99 in this chapter, so to also cover the trials, ect. but considering the importance of the rest of the storyline (mainly Ginny, Mia, Ron & Hermione), the admin sort of had to take a back seat. also it felt “wrong” to focus on more “trivial” elements considering the recent ginny armageddon. it didn’t feel right with regards to harry’s character, so i let go of it. more on all of that in the next chapter, i guess.

regarding ginny: i feel like i have explained this to death in the chapter itself, so i’m not sure what else to say. i wanted harry to be confused. i wanted him to be unsure of his own feelings. of what he should do. i wanted the conflict between the theory of auror training/dealing with sa as an abstract v. when it happens to someone around you. i also wanted to play with the duality of harry doing/saying things (ie the letter at the post office) following his gut, and then being caught not knowing how to follow through. in this chapter, he’s questioning everything: himself, what is right, what he thought about ginny all along. as the scene at the start suggests, this is not a journey that is finished. there is a lot of reckoning for the both of them to be done, i think, between the way they used to think about each other in the abstract, as a lifeline during the war, then being faced with the reality of the person you imagined. they’re kids. they hardly know each other. they will learn to get to know each other, though.

regarding mia: to all of the hinny shippers out there. i’m sorry. but, like, also not. mia needs to happen for hinny to happen, in my head, so please bear with me on this lol. she’s also so much fun to write! her and i are very different people, which is always fun as a writer - writing someone who thinks very differently from the way you think. also, i once told @whizzfizz that she is the right girl for harry at the right time, but not as an endgame thing, and i totally stand by that. there are a lot of hints dropped in this chapter as to why that is, but i suppose it’ll become clearer next chapter, if you haven’t picked up on it yet. i did wonder if that scene was a tad too explicit? the blowjob one? but it’s also not smut, like it’s not meant to be hot, so i don’t know. also, i’d been contemplating the possibility of harry telling her about magic for a long time, so i’m glad that’s out of the way. i’m realising this is a recurrent position in this a/n: “this has been in my head for months, and now it’s done. yay!” as i said, it is a bit of a set-up chapter, in a lot of ways lol.

regarding Ron & Hermione (more particularly Ron): omg that scene at the end. for real, i wrote and rewrote this a million times. and, this is actually another recurrent position of this chapter: i wrote and rewrote so much of it to get it right, it’s ridiculous. like: i tried to write harry and ginny writing to each other from the start, to figure out why it wasn’t right. then, i wrote them meeting in person to see what it would look like, then scratched that because they just kept arguing and it led nowhere. for that scene with ron, i first wrote it with ron, then i wrote it with mia, then with hermione, then again with ron, it was a mess. then it was positioned at the start, then in the middle, then at the end (god i rearranged the scenes soooooo many times in this chapter…) anyway, point is: i really wanted to bring ron back after chapters and chapters of absence. i do think that one of the main issues between r&h is that harry tends to imagine what ron will think before offering him the chance to actually react, which is soooo toxic and so wrong. but i think, for harry, that behaviour comes from a lot of trauma and abandonment issues, which also motivate a) his reaction to ginny breaking up with him and to giulia dying and b) his preference for not telling ron things, rather than run the risk of him walking out again. hermione’s the only one who’s never walked out on him, and so in a way, as much as he dislikes her sometimes, she is reassuring. but - as i said on tumblr a few weeks ago, our boy needs his best mate. so yay! the bromance is back, ahah.

okay, i think i’m going to stop there. i’m realising that writing this a/n is slightly frustrating because there are a lot of plot points that i sort of subtly set up that will reveal themselves later, but i can’t talk about them now. uggggh. that being said, of course and as always, my dms are always open if you have any questions, anon or not!

love x,

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ps #1: in terms of eta for next chapter, i will not say anything other than the fact that i’m aiming for something much shorter than, what was it, four months? i’ve alluded to it on this blog but i basically was also sort of unable to write this summer due to living at home, which just lengthened the process. what i will say though is that i’m hoping to do nanowrimo in this year, but continuing castles. at the end of november, i’d like to be in a place where i have four, maybe five of the next chapters written (first drafts, obv.), which should guarantee more regular updates from now on as all i’ll have to do is edit them as i go. we shall see if this works. a little bit like harry, i am an actual pro at making plans i don’t follow so we’ll see.

ps #2: i’m going to try something where i block my email notifications for comments on ao3, which hopefully will keep me from hyperventilating checking my email all day for the rest of the week. this means that i might take a bit longer than usual to respond to your comments, but i will, i promise. i already have sort of backlog that’s built up over the last couple weeks where i’ve been prioritising writing, so please bear with me haha and do leave comments, they all basically make my day.

ps #3: also omgggg ron and hermione are getting married, i forgot. i have nothing to say about this, other than the fact that she will say yes and i am terribly excited.

#castles #extended a/n #i need sleep but i need to clean my house also and go shopping for a birthday gift cause my mum is coming tonight and i have no gift for #her 70th so idk wish me luck i guess #if you have any ideas im a taker

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pork-bao-buns · 3 years

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Part 2- Dekusquad

Part One- Bakusquad

Prompt- In celebration of 4/20, these are some headcanons of getting stoned with different groups in class 1-A and throughout bnha.

Includes: Izuku Midoria, Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki

TW: drug use, fluff, 18+, mild MILD angsty smut, blood mention

Note: all characters are aged up to 18+

Izuku Midoriya

• He was on patrol in the area and you two ran into each other

• He let you know he was getting off soon and asked if you wanted to go grab something to eat, since you had both been busy doing hero work that day

• You invited him to your apartment for dinner since it was just a few blocks away

• The two of you decided you would cook something together just to have some fun

• He found a jar of green looking butter in your cabinet while he was looking for some spices

• Y/n, what’s this?

• Your breath caught in your throat and you fought to keep your cool

• Oh, it’s a special infused butter use sometimes, but we don’t need it

• He inspected the jar, shrugged, and stuck it back where he found it, much to your relief

• But when you went to the pantry to get some noodles, you didn’t see Midoriya grab the jar, a spoon, and drop a huge dollop of the butter in the sauce

• He wanted to see what was so special abt it

• He shoved the jar back in place just as you came around the corner

• He had a dumb little grin on his face the whole time you were finishing the pasta

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“Holy shit y/n, this pasta is incredible!”

You blushed and swirled some noodles on your plate and watched the hungry hero devour everything on his plate.

“You know, I don’t know why you didn’t want to use that butter, that stuff is amazing!” Midoriya was going back for seconds as the smile fell from your face.

“...what do you mean? I didn’t put any in the sauce?” You shot him a quizzical look as he shoveled more food into his mouth.

“Yeah, but I did when you went to get noodles, and it’s so great! It makes the sauce a lot silkier and—hey!” He jumped as you lurched forward and nabbed his plate, taking it and dumping it into the trash in one swift motion. You kept your back towards him, took a deep breath, and turned to face Izuku.

“Deku… that was cannabis infused butter. If you cook it into something and then eat it, it will get you high.”

The smile fell from his face immediately. He looked at the pasta, at you, and then at the floor.

“Deku, I’m so sor—“

“I HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL IF I GET HIGH I WILL DIE.” His huge green eyes flew up to yours and you could see the panic in them. You quickly flanked to his side, cooing him with reassurances.

“Hey, whoa. No, no hospital, you definitely don’t need to go to the hospital.” You ducked underneath his arm and leaned his weight onto you, guiding him up from the floor and onto the couch. “Listen. You’re going to be okay, but here in the next hour or so, you’re going to start to feel a little funny. But you’ll be okay, and I promise, it won’t last forever.”

He leaned back into the couch, but his body was still stiff. He was still panicking. You tossed a blanket over his lap, stuck a pillow behind his head, and took a seat next to him.

“I’m sorry, I added it to the sauce, I didn’t know…” You took his hand and patted it reassuringly.

“Don’t. It’s okay, we just gotta get through tonight. What will help you relax?” A blush came over his cheeks, making his freckles pop.

“When I was a kid, my mom would play All Might videos to calm me down… I haven’t watched them in a few years, so it might be worth a shot?” You could tell he was embarrassed to admit this, but you were judgement free. You grabbed your tv remote and pulled up YouTube, then selected a playlist of All Might videos that was about 5 hours long in total.

“This okay?” You glanced over at him and his eyes were wide, staring at the screen. He nodded softly and you let out a sigh of relief.

The night went pretty smoothly after that: the two of you watched All Might videos together and reminisced about your later years at UA. You could only tell he was stoned by his hooded eyes and the fact that his usual 100-word-a-minute speech had slowed to a conversational pace. Midoriya eventually fell asleep on your couch and did all the dishes the next morning before you woke up as an apology for accidentally drugging the food.

Tenya Iida

• You had grown up with Tenya, but you were the bane of his existence

• Bc you were a troublemaker

• And Iida despised troublemakers

• When you two were little, it was harmless enough, like stealing snack or telling fibs to adults

• But now you two were grown adults and you still managed to get under his skin

• You still teased him about being a rule follower and it drove him bonkers

• A group of friends had invited you to go to the opening event to some club and you were down but Iida took some convincing

• You didn’t think he was going to come, but he showed up before you could order your second round of drinks

• The two of you ignored each other for most of the night

• But you two could sense the other presence and it became too much

• You slipped out the side door for something to take the edge off

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The door slammed open beside you and your spliff nearly fell out of your mouth.

“Jesus what the fuck is your problem du—,” your sentence was cut off as you looked up and saw Iida hovering above you. Shit.

You tugged the piece from your lips and palmed it, flashing a toothy grin up at him. “Heeeeeyyyyy Tenya...what’re you doing out here?”

“I saw that you were going outside unaccompanied and it’s night out, so I came out to make sure you are safe.” You scoffed. “I did not think I would catch you out here doing drugs!” He yanked your hand and pushed into the fleshy part of your wrist, making your fingers fly open and the spliff fall to the ground.

“Shit Tenya will you shut up? It’s not a big deal, it’s just a spliff. I just want to relax tonight, is that a crime?” You bent down to pick it up but Iida beats you to it, plucking it between two fingers and staring at you angrily.

“Yes, actually y/n, this is a crime because this is drugs and you do not need...this!”

“Oh, so are you gonna throw it away and go tattle on me like when we were kids? God, grow up! Sometimes it’s fun to break rules and do stuff that people tell you not to. You should try it sometime, it might loosen your fuckin’ asshole and make you relax a little bit! This little thing in your hand isn’t going to kill anyone, not even me. So would you just fucking chill and let me smoke my spliff? Please?” You looked up at him, pleading, when you realize his face wasn’t steely like it almost always was. His expression was as if you had just smacked him across the face.

“Tenya… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean all that—“

“Give me your lighter.”

He cut you off and you looked to him in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

He glared down at you and advanced until he had you pinned to the wall. “Give. Me. Your. Lighter.” You let out an audible gulp as you fished in your pockets and pulled it out, setting it in his hand without breaking eye contact. You felt him wrap his fingers over it and you slip your hand from his grip. He towers over you and he’s so close...you can feel the heat both his body and engines were radiating.

“You think I need to relax? That I need to chill?” You held your breath as he lowered his face until it’s inches from yours.

Then, he did the unthinkable.

He popped the spliff into his mouth, lit the end, and took a deep drag. He held it for a moment, then blew the entire stream right into your face. You should have been mad, but… it was kinda hot. Iida took another drag, but this time he blew it behind himself, not into your face. You finally realized that you had done it. You had gotten in his head, and now he was breaking the rules. You hadn’t thought that this would be the rule he would break, but it was a welcome surprise.

“Oh, so you’re just going to come out here, scare the shit out of me, and then smoke all my weed?” You snatched the spliff from his lips before he could register your words and popped it into your own mouth, taking a deep drag. You held it for a moment before going up on your tip-toes and wrapping your arms around Iida’s neck, pulling his mouth to yours. “Breathe in,” you whispered before putting his lips on yours. You blew your hit into his mouth and he sucked it in. Your lips lingered on his for a moment before you pulled back, blushing. He exhaled the remaining smoke, and you saw him do something you haven’t seen him do in years. He smiled.

You returned the smile and rolled back to flat feet. You could see the blush across Iida’s cheeks and you fought the urge to run your fingers across them. You were unsure if the flush was from the smoking or from what just transpired between the two of you, but you didn’t care.

“See? Sometimes it’s fun to break the rules.” You poked him in the chest and took another drag from the marijuana cigarette. Iida nodded in agreement, but then shook his head.

“Yeah, but this rule was a gross one to break. I don’t know how you smoke that shit.” He turned and hocked a loogie to the ground as you laughed. When he had recovered, you offered him another hit. He was hesitant, but he took it and took another hit before tossing it on the ground and stepping on it.

“Dude!” you shouted, gesturing to the now ruined nub on the ground. “There was still some good stuff in there!”

“I understand, but you don’t need that anymore.” He took your face in his hands, holding your cheeks firmly so he could look you in the eye. “And I don’t ever want to catch you smoking again; cigarettes or otherwise.” You didn’t mind him being rough with you, but you couldn’t fight the urge to antagonize him.

“Or what, Ingeniuum,” you spat at him and his grip slid to your jaw, grasping it tighter.

“Or we are going to have a problem.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, frozen in time. Then, the weed kicked in. His hands melted from your face, down your neck, over your collarbones, down your back until they stopped around your waist, pulling you into him. The feeling was strange, but not unwelcome. You brought yourself close to him, wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“Dance with me, and I won’t snitch,” he lulled into your ear.

“Deal.”

You grabbed one of his hands from your waist and pulled him back into the building. The two of you spent the rest of the night on the dancefloor, intermingled in each other’s arms, thriving off the feeling of the other’s touch. Your friends took notice, and chuckled to themselves.

They knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you hooked up.

Shoto Todoroki

• He knew you were a stoner

• At least, he knew you smoked weed sometimes

• You both worked for the same agency under his father, Endeavor

• Shoto was was a pro-hero training to take over for his father, but you were just a secretary in the office

• Or rather, more of an errand girl

• Todoroki had caught you smoking behind the building on numerous occasions, and he knew that you weren’t smoking cigarettes

• They reeked of something he had only smelled once before when he was on a mission in Amsterdam and a farm had accidentally caught fire due to his quirk

• The smoke of your “cigarettes” smelled just like that day, and while he never told anyone, he was intrigued to say the least

• You had just arrived home after a long day of work and were in the middle of unpacking groceries when you heard a SNAP and your front door flew open, scaring the life out of you

• Shoto stood at the door with a torn shirt, dirty pants and was covered with small cuts and bruises

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“Sho--uh, Mr. Todoroki? Are you okay?” When you had recovered from the initial shock of him busting down your door, you approached him and took in his current state. You knew he was doing field work with his father this evening; it seems like they may have gotten into a scuffle with some petty villains. “What are you doing here?”

You knew of him--who didn’t?-- and had a few short conversations with the hero in passing, but you didn’t seem to be on an ‘I know where you live’ basis with him. You’d run errands for him before, sure, but you weren’t, like his personal secretary or anything.

“Sorry about the door.” His low voice pulled your gaze to his and you could see the fire in his eyes. He was angry, pissed, even, but he was still being polite.

“Don’t worry about the door, are you okay?” Your fingers fluttered above a few deeper cuts along his right forearm, but you dared not touch them. You silently ushered him into the house and sat him down on the couch before running into your bathroom for the first aid kit. You rejoined him on the couch and set the small box on his lap. He moved it to the table and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/n, I came here to ask you for a favor.” A small blush rose up his neck and you drew your eyebrows together.

“What is it Mr. Todoroki?”

“Please, you can call me Shoto.” You nodded. “I, uh. I don’t really know how to ask you for this…” He trailed off and his eyebrows drew together, like he was thinking extremely hard about how to form his words. Your stomach dropped.

“You’re not going to ask me to like...sleep with you, right? That’s not why you’re here.” You guffawed and his eyes grew wide.

“No, what? No! I’m here because I know you smoke weed and I’ve had a terrible day working with my father so I was here because I wanted to see if I could try some!” The words poured out of his mouth before he could think about what he was saying. Your mouth dropped open and all the color drained from his face. “Oh, I’m sorry I was being presumptuous I--”

You held up your hand, cutting him off. “You’re here… because you want me to smoke you out?”

“No...I’m here because I want to smoke weed with you.”

“To--Shoto it’s the same thing. How did you even know I smoke weed?”

“I can smell it when you take your smoke breaks behind the building. I know what it smells like, and you’re the only person who smokes back there.”

You stare at him for him for a moment, taking him in fully. He held your gaze unabashedly. He wasn’t joking, that really was why he was here. “So say I do smoke weed. Why do you want to smoke?”

Shoto shrugs. “Mostly because I want to know what it’s like.” He paused. “And to piss off my dad.”

You snorted. “Okay understandable. And why should I share the weed that I might have with someone who’s basically a stranger to me?”

“I didn’t think it would hurt to ask.”

Valid point. You really didn’t mind smoking with him, this was just an odd way to go about the whole situation.

“Fair. And you won’t tell anyone about the pot I may or may not have?” You crossed your arms and Shoto nods, bringing a finger to his lips and zipping them shut. You rarely ever heard him speak, so you had no reason to believe he would blab about anything. “Alright, but this better not be like a drug bust or something.” He shook his head.

“I promise, it’s not. You have my word.”

“Okay, wait here. And while you do, please clean yourself up. You’re bleeding on my couch.” Shoto looked at you and smiled. It took you by surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile before, you thought as you turned and went to your bedroom to gather your supplies. A grinder, a small baggie, and a lighter come from a drawer, and on your way back to the living room, you stopped in the kitchen to grab your bong from the freezer. When you went to start filling it with water, you felt someone staring at you. You turned to see Shoto watching you with intent.

“Is there a problem?” You asked before continuing with your task.

“Why do you keep that vase in the freezer?”

Oh wow, he really was clueless. “This is what we’re going to smoke out of. And it’s in the freezer because hits better when it’s cold. If I had some ice cubes, it would be perfect.” You scooped everything up from the counter and joined Shoto on the couch. He had wrapped up the cuts on his arm and added a bandage to a mark on his face. And in his hands, he had some ice chips.

“Like this? Would this help?” He offered them to you and you smiled. He must have used his quirk to make those when you weren’t looking. You nodded and motioned for him to put them in the top of the piece.

After a brief explanation of how to use it, you handed the bong to Shoto. You offered him a lighter, but he held his hand up, refusing it. He put his mouth on the top of the piece, like you had just shown him. He put his thumb and forefinger together and produced a small flame, holding it to the bowl and lighting the edge of the green. So that’s why he didn’t want the lighter.

You watched the smoke gather in the top and motioned for Shoto to breathe in. He did, and you pulled the stem out, allowing him to clear the piece. “Hold it…” He nodded and held until his face turned red and you told him to breathe out. He coughed a few times, but other than that he took it rather well. Reinserting the stem, you took the piece from him and grabbed your lighter. Before you could bring it to the bowl, Shoto’s hand was on yours.

“Allow me.” Again, he put his thumb and forefinger together and held it to the edge of the piece. You took the hit and passed the piece back to Shoto. The two of you fell into a routine of sorts until the bowl was cashed. You set it on the table and looked at him.

“Can I just say this is weird? This is weird, right?” You were stoned to bits and had no filter between your thoughts and your words. For the second time, Shoto smiled. It was a nice smile, and you remember thinking that he should do it more often. Before you could stop yourself, you said it aloud. “You have a nice smile. You should smile more.” You slapped your hands over your mouth. “I’m sorry--”

“No, you’re right, I should smile more. You’re not the first person to tell me this,” he says, cutting you off. “I just...I don’t know, my brain’s all fuzzy right now.” He was stoned. Even if he hadn’t just said that, you could see it in his hooded, red eyes and slouched posture.

“Don’t worry about it.” A silence fell between the two of you. “Are you hungry? I just went grocery shopping, I could make you some soba or something?” His face lit up.

“I love soba...how did you know that?”

“How did you know where I live?” You shot back at him. He shrugged.

“...I would love some soba.”

That’s all you needed to hear. In a flash you were in the kitchen, cooking for the two of you. Shoto sat quietly on the couch and watched you prepare the food, and while you noticed, you never said anything. His watching was not predatory by any means, just...curious. When you finished you brought the two bowls to the couch and offered one to Shoto. The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking and going rip for rip on your bong. You could have never imagined it, not even in your wildest dreams, but that night, you found a friend in Shoto Todoroki.

Thank you guys for all the love on Part 1, here’s part 2! I have two more parts in the works under this prompt (maybe three? I haven’t decided yet lol). My requests are currently open, so if you have an idea you’d like to see me interpret, let me know! 💕

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